2011/08/14

Gored - 2011/08/14

Racing through the streets
Between all the barricades
The gathered crowds scream
Loving this violent parade

They are coming
I can hear the hooves
Its hot breath on my neck
My bravery this now proves

Growls of the trapped echo
Charging in mindless intent
Later the mob will so claim
That some safety was absent

My feet were moving
Now I am flying quick
Over bloodied cobblestone
Glancing below I feel sick

A race has become a rending
Though I experience no pain
Knowing a tragedy will fade
As blood is cleaned by rain

They are screaming
Having forgot to cheer
For the parade has halted
And not for my death I fear

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