River tryna freeze

River tryna freeze.
Old hip talks to papa now.
Red Dog don’t notice.


Precious sun retreats,
leaving night the frozen stage.
Dawn! Our salvation.

False patriots

Sick and dying in the light,
their crimes laid bare,
false patriots stumble,
gasping for the air of freedom
that once filled their lungs,
choking on caustic fumes
of hate and fear,
inhaling the searing flames
of self-immolation.