The sirens are at it again,
they are coming.
They've come for me,
and maybe you.
Coming.
Nearer now
mounted on a fire truck, flaming red,
a giant twirling STOP sign.
i've been caught red-handed
again
It is true.
Mea culpa
Mea culpa
Mea culpa
akong sala
akong sala
akong dakong sala
Amen.
And then-
A crescendo
red on the go:
we-who-we-who-we-who-we?
Then it disappears,
the truck did not stop
here.
and with it
all that bright red
leaving dread,
dead ears,
and tears
unshed.
The road is now still and black.
Soon the sirens will be back.
The sirens will always be back.
and
The silence will always be back.
The sirens will always be back.
The silence will always be back.
