Where Rivers Bleed

Burn, red, burn,

your fire is a dyin’.

The masses are a movin’

up from their deaths

where Rivers bleed out

their tides of scowl.

Time is a given when

the fire’s in your eyes.

Your heart is music

feeding saity.

(c) Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2016

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