On my hands

11/3/09
I am dressed in red and blue
my clothes are so heavy
I am on my knees
on the freshly painted ground
what’s this on my hands?
specks flick into my eyes
what this on my hands?
what’s this stinging my eyes?
I am my own scapegoat – I can
be yours too – throw bricks at me
and we could be best friends.
These bricks are not for building
but destroying,
what’s all this on my hands?