Leathered Dreams
By Caleb Saffold
Our future in another’s hands,
God’s leather stylus writing the story.
God’s leather stylus writing the story,
Blackened blood being His creative liberty
Blood being His price for liberty,
Recording each penny spent on our backs.
Brazenly, He put His pen to our backs,
Leaving the elderly to stitch His story back together,
Stitching our histories back together,
We scan the swollen mass for answers.
Scanning and scanning for the right answers.
We wait ‘till the New Moon, for they can’t watch without moonlight.
Rally for the Watch Night.
But yet again, our future is in another’s hands