BonoVox

I’m not so sure

How this is supposed to go.

Move forward, what I am supposed to say and

Structurally how this work works. Works?

Reads, Listens? no, sounds, sounds is the word I am looking for;

How this work sounds when you listen. When you listen. Listen

That is what I want. Want? Need.

I need you to listen.

Listen as hard as granite, find my voice as clear as filtered mineral water in a cut glass tumbler

Drink in my words, let them rest in your gullet

Burn through your body and mind like cheap scotch.

“I am no longer here to make up the numbers”

“I am no longer here to prop up the team”

“I am no longer here to bear the scars of our wars”

“I am no longer here to watch you slowly roast our lives over the heat of your soul nor the spark of your temper”

The cost of you is not worth the short change I have been given

And I will be heard.

I will be heard in the hearts of those who came before and I will be heard in minds of those that follow me into your pit of tar, whose tears are not yet shed.

And they too will listen.

And they will hear.

And you will not win.