Come over here

Whisper into my ear

Don't waste your breath

On anyone else

But me.



And warm

Your body in bed

Let us wake up and talk a while

I tell you i'm scared

I tell you I'd fight for

Us both

But you come from the town

Where ghandi was born

And you say I always talk tough

When I get drunk

So why don't we pray

Whispering the

Future language of slaves



I should rejoice

Maybe give voice to a song

For what brought me here to your arms

Into our painfully true love

And god maybe close

God only knows

Really to say.

And what would we do in our last moments

In time.

Would we make love

Or make haste to a mobile phone

Or would we break bread

Drink the blood that is shed

And pray to our god

Whispering the

Future language of slaves




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