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 wont
lift a damn finger to help
the 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?
painted by an orphan brush….heroin ghost nightmareslost in the voidbetween time and flesh…cold steel revolverbeneath the pillow-the line between fearand ‘i dont give a damn’!and the eyes of the childrenstare like poison inkon the pages of what’s left…cold iron barsblurr the vagabond nightwith feelings that tastelike death….karma rips the night asunder….and you’re left praying…for clear…
taste like rain.sexual,the spirit hunts,for thoughts that undress,and feeling’s true touch!
i want to see what You do,i want to be what You do!i want to get my hands dirty.feed the hungry, share what i’ve got….heal the sick, listen with the heart.not so much worried about calming the storm,i just want to stop the wars!stand up to the political and religious leaders…i’m with You!‘forgive to be…
and a basement…laid off, sold off,401k gone….Buick in the drive,repossessed!foreclosure packing,Kent State and Nixon,Reagon’s America….financial moral collapse.the smell of napalm lingersin houses left empty!
caught dealing hillbilly heroin…has that far away lookin his eyes when he talks,part of him, a big part,still locked up!remember riding with himin a ‘vette,40 years ago…when the wolf in him still hunted,120 mph….now the wolf is dead,he’s mostly dead,maybe i’m dying too,maybe we’re all dead…and the words on his headstone read:wolf killed for pelt!
He sent me His last breath,smelling of bourbon and good cigars.i went into the holy of holies,and found a dirty little boy playing…he told me he saw angels in the clouds,i told him they were bringing rain.and off we walked together,stopping to marvel at the trail of the ants…needing nothing more, and nothing less,than to…
