What is your star?
Is there a sun?
Do you continue?
Or run from the gun?
Scream to the heavens.
Demand of the skies.
Down in the depths is where we survive.
With a club in one fist and an axe on our backs.
Getting out is not as simple as that.
For when the rains descend, we do arise.
Cover your ears or be frozen alive!
What is your star?
Is there a sun?
Do you continue?
Or run from the gun?
Scratch at the walls.
Peel at the flesh.
Turbulence is eternal as is our breath.
But make a decree and we shall evoke,
Into your heart our weapons will poke.
Not for the first time we’ve been betrayed.
Try it and see how long last your days!
What is your star?
Is there a sun?
Do you continue?
Or run from the gun?
Simon A Jackson - Writer 