Kids Throw Rocks at Tanks

Hue and saturation blurred on the horizon Still and oppressive anticipating violence Air a broth of heat extracting and exacting Senses lulled into a deathlike silence
Kids throw rocks Kids throw rocks
Tan and red the color of the war-torn desert Blue gunmetal in place of the chrome Black is the color of blood when it dries On sun bleached splintered bones
Kids throw rocks Kids throw rocks
This was someone here in the sand Uniformed displayed a common man There used to be a building standing near Way before all the tanks got here
Kids throw rocks Kids throw rocks
Crushing desert landscape into concrete Drone of engines like music fill the night Collapse, roll over, make way, submit, relent The anger is no match for armored might
And still— Kids throw rocks Kids throw rocks Kids throw rocks at tanks