Open Spaces

These open spaces

Steps, shades

All what they want

To laugh, hold hands

Embrace and kiss

They need these

Open spaces

They laugh at the rulers

Who are afraid of life and

At those who sing praises

For the cowards in cars

They do not argue

Nor do they nurture

Vengeance and hatred

They fight weapons with

Guitars, flowers and flutes

They need these

Open spaces

You keep making

Fortresses and jails

They would come

There singing

Gallows and trees

They welcome alike

I am those two toes

Severed from myself

One is red with gratitude

The other, blue by a bite.