The rain on July 6th
It rained today, much like the days remote Much like the days which passed And those, which will soon But 6 th felt long. 6 th whispered ideas, wounded red and blue Asked the crimes to justify them And those, waiting for trial Stood afar crying. Earth is the haven and the rain mere ships The sky is the ocean, we the fish Few get killed by the blades; Sharp – yet we live. And safe to say that you lived too, perhaps A little under debris but it is you Oh rains did cease at the port. And the jar had life abode. x
