Hands Up!

[bravenak]

Hands up!


I yield. I can take no more.


My fear, your frustration, mixing in the street of blood


I’m real, look at me


Like an animal, laying in crud


You disconnecting


Like pulling a plug


Me, from reality


Now I’m the suspect, and you the vic


One of deaths, cruel cruel tricks


He who lives, tells the tale


The injustice, another nail


In the coffin of freedom