Za's Stair - The Last Friend to Leave

You fold your wings when someone bleeds
You stay at home, deliver screeds
You call for peace at times of war
Can't stand to duplicate the day before

As speeches wreathe the aftermath
By some kind of delinquent son
The whiskey is the last friend to leave
It closes the door on the run

Now you hide as taunts from shadows
Invade your living room
The news in full of Pandora's boxes
And each one contains a buffoon

The colors lighten on Market Street
As her hair turns from dark to white
The platters lay bare in the diners
The traffic determines the fight

Written by:
Frank DiPietro

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