ninestars

New starust slicks the shingles

On the ancient roof of the shed

Where a couple of souls lie to clean

Their greying teenage bodies.

The streetlight turns off at

Half past ten,

I would let the world burn

If it meant I could see you one last time

I could let the skies collapse 

if I could press pause on time 

“We the people”

Encapsulates everyone.

Not those of a certain party

Not those of a certain race

Not those of a certain background

It was purposefully written

To include everyone.