ORDER, ORDER

In broad daylight you with your tongue
And I with my fists restrained
You with your guards, with your sentries
And I… in every way refrained
In the day you with your guns
And I with nothing but my fears
You with your batons and your words
And I with nothing but my tears
During the day you and I
Face to face and I simply cry

And nights falls and departs the light
And to me belongs now every place
I take you out so you can attend
My own judgment of your case
Now it’s your turn to hear the words
With no one around you to embrace
I with my sledgehammer and my arms
You in anticipation with your face