In the days of riots
you've sold your soul
to the man coming to rescue
lives but he left with death
leaking from his gleamed shoes
into the sand of time
they shoveled graves with silence
emptying their mouths
coffins hauled through the ash
of burned hope
while you closed the lattice behind
and headed to nowhere
then
eyes wide open
the bullet went through you
death now soaked your clothes
as rain never dared
in the days of riots