tired

would you could you
in a dream
see the landscape
rise and fall
going my way
her dogs gotta ball

must you trust you
it would seem
feel the knife scrape
standing tall
all thru may
hear our call

justice stands poised
with love as her hostage
while power pulls the strings
and the scissors are
too dangerous for
children to play with
its the law

hang you dang you
forget it all