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Looking

by Trevor Hegill, Toronto, Canada, Age 17

Deep in the city the filth from the street reaches up and claws at my eyes
Home in the sewers the rodents run rabid as their time moves steadily by
Holding my breath as I wade through the swamp of lies the leeches of truth try my skin
Down in the pits the tears blind my eyes while my soul sports a survival sin

Sinking, drowning in mud, someone throw us a line
Someone send us a lifeboat
Some send us a sign

Castle of stone, standing alone, pulling strings, using guns, bleeding the poor
Holder of kings and killer of saints who cry for children of rats that breed in the sewer
Cynical skins in drag shout shyly at the life moving freestanding structure
And they fight for anarchy while misunderstanding human nature

The worms may scar the bark
But they cannot kill the tree
They cannot kill the tree

The priest in the parish pulls out his pistol and pegs off a floundering nun
Out in the yard the banks hold the cards and deal them over again
Out in the fields the farmers have wheels and drive their products to sell
Poison in life, yellow not white, the forest in flames, the forests of hell

Broken candles, backs and words
Crying mothers, dying birds
We all have a place we can go in the end

We all need something
We're all searching for something
We're all looking for something
I guess I'm looking for you