Trees and Stuff

Red snow laden trees and stuff
Bunnies on road with tiremarks on them
There is a girl in the pond
Floating, bloated and angry

The words of prophets are written on the walls
Of my city, in my blood, with my bones
I am waiting for rapture, or a riot
With my pockets full of stones

All these men want to hug us
Into a corner and keep up there
This is my country. This is my country?
In love and war, nothing is fair

I'll take a walk around these snowed up streets
While the eyes watch and ears hear me
I know they are there, there they are
But I am too afraid to point and see