When you put your body in front of the empire,
You may loose
Your wife may hold your dying breathless body
So she's covered in your blood
From three shots, the shattered windshield pieces
Creating a red and sparkling mosaic
So she kneels down, in the yard,
Her clothes staining the snow
And the terror of this moment has cleaved you from her
And her from you
Marrow and breath; there is nothing left.
This cleaving is not new, many have been privileged before you
To meet the Empire's bullets fired in self-defense
Necks knelt on in self-defense
Unarmed teenagers shot in self-defense
Children with toys shot in self-defense
Women in their bed shot in self-defense
The empire will defend themselves with your body
The empire will always defend themselves.
