CHINA IN SHARDS

We are tied down by this Babylon

We are the chains chaining us

We are the china falling in shards on the white tile floor

We are the lost and lonely trying to find a door

We are the ones losing our bearing

We are the unloved no longer caring

We are the gimps that will never walked normally

We are the numbers only spoken about formally
We are the hymns sang from unworthy throats
We are the milk stolen from holy goats

We are the stamps on unsent letters

We are the ones hoping for something better

We are the chimeras we see reflected in the mirror

We are the ones spawned from our bearer

We are the bullets entering the deer

We are the puppets and the puppeteer