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.
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