His life is nothing but a blink <br />The nonsense weight on the shoulders <br />Guilt him for his thinking <br />Sunrise can delay its schedule <br /> <br />The city of sunset falls <br />Blood and flesh’s rivers <br />Bullets through the night <br />Liberty lies in ashes <br /> <br />He looks over by the bars <br />Counting stones under his doom <br />Life goes by through the fingers <br />In this city – where all the colors are blue<br /><br />allan macli borges<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-all-the-colors-are-blue/
