i dont lie well,

the price is too heavyand the payment’s come duewe stand and face our own raging egos,the mistakes of the past taunt us from the shadows,if we cant redeem today they’ll be no tomorrow,we were born to run never born to follow,we look in our hearts and find that we’re hollow,confessing our sins and drowning in…

at the cost of thousands of lives…you invade Iraq, and their fake WMD’s.you go to battle in Afghanistan,using terrorisn for an excuse…but you cant and wontlift a damn finger to helpthe people of Tibet…a nonviolent people,being abused, ravaged, raped,and killed by The Chinese government…who’s sleeping with who?and who do you think you’re fooling?

sits alone on the tablein an empty room…sunlight stolenfrom crusted shades,glints on the petals;the raw edges shimmer,almost to touch!gathering dust,frozen by time….a glass rose….almost to touch!

lovers have rights.people of all religions,and even atheists have rights.people of all colors,speaking every language have rights.trees and rivers have rights.cats and dogs have rights.cattle have rights,homeless people have rights.prisoners have rights.democrats and republicans have rights,even socialists have rights.the jobless have rights,old people have rights…and the hungry havethe right to be fed!damnit! dont you think…

displaced, desolate,lives packed on borrowed trucks.padlocked doors, Wall Street roars,dead soldiers coming home.street corners, somebody’s daughter,selling shadows wrapped in dreams.religious freaks, hangman’s noose,dark glasses see only white!Christians and Muslims, russian roulette,hollow threats and doomsday lies.starving children, doors locked,faces turned away.!oil rigs pumping, dry humping,the earth screams, ‘it’s rape’!protesters marching, riot squads,take away your rights.prisons full,…

flesh searing screams.i smell like grieving,like ashes, anddirt on the shovel.you sound like hunger,and homelessness,and vomit stained lips.i sound like the soupthat simmers, like theblanket wrapped…you taste like bitterness,the lonliness of alone.i taste like the hand that fits,the shadow of the body near…or am i wrong?could it be the other way around?