Follow
If we're young and free and built from the warheads
The drapes by my bed lie
tattered
While your privacy screen is an iron curtain
House stacked against us
Fathers forefathers back built from the labor
Of side-eyed side-stepping the work of East neighbors
Trade barbs of nations
Tied together with tongue lashing
Remote pacific
Remote controller
Revoke permission
For growing older
Information dispersed
My
body
has
grown
cold
.
