Blind Chariots

Caleb S

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Stones in the well and knots in my throat As heartless horses go raging and angry fists go on raving… Oh Mothers, cry your weary note Those stones in my well they have filled me deep For iron wheels are cutting and the streets are bleeding… Oh Fathers, sing your child to sleep Stones in my well no water left to drink For a hunger so deep is clawing and a sound so sharp is piercing… Heartless horses do not look nor think Heavy stones are in your hand… Tweeting birds and lethal pens! Blind chariots of iron swiftly stealing the heart from beating and feeling… And the joy of life and love and friends