Chariot The Deaf Policeman
Place: This is where the giants roam
and their horses stand so tall.
And their fists engaged, and fingers bent
back to the palm, except one.
And you ain't seen nothing yet.
All my judges burn, from their gunshot eyes,
a direct line that travels at the speed of light
into my heart, into my mind.
I read between the lions.
The forest grows from their eyes.
I was not placed upon the grass of this ever fading earth
for a standing ovation and it's romance.
I was placed for the warning, so heed the warning.
And they cannot look away for if they do and cross paths
with a wall that reflects all it sees
and it shows the truth, shows the fake, shows the past,
shows all of the mistakes, and it shows everything that
they refuse to see.
Because if there is blood on the roots, then there is
blood on the branches.
