His life is nothing but a blink
The nonsense weight on the shoulders
Guilt him for his thinking
Sunrise can delay its schedule
The city of sunset falls
Blood and flesh’s rivers
Bullets through the night
Liberty lies in ashes
He looks over by the bars
Counting stones under his doom
Life goes by through the fingers
In this city – where all the colors are blue
allan macli borges
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-all-the-colors-are-blue/
