300 Million Stones

Hapless at the bottom of this river bed

Three hundred million stones

We wait here, hopeless for resolution

Pontificating imperfect conclusions

Unavoidant, reciprocal mental contusions

Pop pop pop

Bullets bang ambiguous

Vain

Ideas propitiating the same

Old Gods

Nods left and right 

Arms still by our sides

Tacit consenting

The blood-stains we hide

Be careful you sunken ones 

Hide like a winter sun 

Slides behind skies 

And skin tones you’d never find 

Lovely

And quick to agree 

They are other and 

Beneath in this hierarchy

And if eyes are a window 

A brick was thrown through it 

This sickness Insta-gates 

The script we’re all feeling

So go on and flip it 

Drip deep down within it

The water we’re fixed in 

Becoming more mixed in

Amalgamed with sand 

Ideological prisons 

Erected and risen

Confident and strong

We’ve got answers 

But still 

We are frozen and stalled

Pan out

We are simple

Formed firm and tall 

Three hundred million stones 

All just part of a wall.