marching onwards to Jericho,
a trumpet by my side.
living on manna,
and the almost forgotten dream
of the promised land.
knowing what a man does
is washed away by the rain,
and what a man believes
is lost in the night.
but what a man gives
stands like a mountain,
season after season,
till all becomes still!
shaking the dust
off of my feet….
tipping my hat,
following the crow!
the last road, the last chance,the last prayer, the last door.i am the sickness,that greed inflicted,that apathy wont touch,that stinks at the table.i am the parents,burying their child,i am the stranger,burying the parents.i am the poor,denied the word freedom.i am skin of color,covered by tasteless white skin.i am the rope,hanging from the rafters.and the holy…
you teach me the language of wetness.ah, to die again and again,in the deep wells of your eyes!the side of your neck tasteslike the bank of the river.i dive into the dark murkiness,my teeth bared with pulsing need.even the bark of the fallen tree,rises and pants…i groan, and nations fall!you growl, and children are born!who…
rich or poor, different doors,they play us like we’re fools!Wall Street, dressed in sheets,burning crosses in the fire.homeless eyes, the future dies,to feed the well paid liars!the wheels of justice keep on turning.you keep spending more than you’re earning.people keep dying, bodies are burning….feed the beast, the world keeps turning!
and in a voice low and thundering,i spoke to my soul!‘rise up, and walk!finish the work…’reincarnation, no time!too much to be done!
know what i’m sayingeven before my heart knows…if you can touch meacross the miles,leaving no doubtthat it was you…if you can smell mein the wind… and yourlips quiver, your heart races…if you can taste mein the rain… and your bodyburns with a holy fire…if you can miss meamid the lights andthe hustle and bustletill your…
then you cannot afford the luxuryof honesty at all costs.that is why….America has fallen!
