Throw them in the gulag with love

A rabid half mad half starved dog
Skin torn, fur pulled, blood dried,
Flesh plucked from bone
Beats on the door

But the door, obstinate door, won’t budge
So the creature whines, whimpers and wails
But the door, lonely door, doesn’t care
So the creature growls, howls and grunts

Still the door remains shut
Paws upon wood scratch and claw
Splinters pierce pads, chips fall
Dust grows, despair thickens the eyes

Dear door, old door
Won’t you open?
Won’t you fall?
Dear door, brother of mine

The hole deepens
And the wound
Stains and blurs the soul
Waiting for the silence to come

Waiting for the rain to fall
For the wind to rage
For lighting to strike
And burn us all down

Then from the shadows someone whispers
Throw them in the gulag with love
Strain your ears, friends, and you can hear
The voice in the frigid air:

You can’t have unity without compassion
You can’t have justice without the guilty
You can’t have faith without suffering
You can’t have equality without destruction
You can’t have prosperity without a lie
You can’t have peace without forgiveness
so
Throw them in the gulag with love

Anúncios

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