They tore their collars off,
The white and blue,
And marched in throngs on
Slick, wet cobbles, Main Street -
Us, me - them -
Days, years blended in
Dark chocolate, white cream
Revolution -
Yeah, who are we between
When power seeks itself
And the -less become more so -
Us v. them, you -
For like-, homogenous
Dreams, tongues - fears
Of white, of blue
Heaven, sky
Death and dirt.
Kelly Vinal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-blue/
