TSARS

pretending to live/

as the piss pours down your head

dead to the world/

since he left you

black, blue, red and white

wishing they wouldn't start these fights.

do they even know why?

they chase you,

hunt you,

punch you

make you feel less than/

telling you it's a lesson

when the only lesson you learnt

is to love

surveillance nation

hating you/

because it suits them

boots on

airstrip one

hope gone.

spitting out teeth:

a prayer to the god

that they made you believe in

please

hold on

you're tinkers you're tailors you're soldiers and spies

but most of all -

you're alive.

you're stars of track and field

and building a life worth living

even if they tell you that it's not/

that you'll run to your grave

for being yourself.

back of the shelf

unwanted

haunted

by the sons and daughters who turned on you/

believing the truth from the lies they've been led

and the trust that's been lost

as you lie in your own blood

and you realise

just how much love can cost