Who profess equality,
While building walls.
Who speak of freedom,
But only in hushed tones.
Who fight over religion,
And judge by skin color.
Who bury our heads,
Turn and walk away.
Who drink our children’s blood,
And borrow against their dreams.
Who stand for justice,
But only for the few.
Who rewrite our past,
And whitewash our sins.
Who steal from the poor,
And call it fair profit.
Who hate most of all,
The image in the mirror.
We…
Our own greatest enemy!
who gives a damn?educated hobos, West Point Nero’s,girl cant keep on her clothes,kingdoms in the sand…sexual confusion, holy transfusions,nuclear fusion…time is running out!on the edge of class wars,subjugated workforce,pimp kings and crack whores,consumed by fear and doubt.thoughts seered by fire, drunk on desire,fake prophets, well paid liars,nothing’s what it seems…puppeteers well hid, never know what…
beneath the eyes of my heart.words intimately spoken,falling on an empty room.the broken wheel,left spinning in the dust.the letter carried by crows,to the snowbound north.you are…the faucet dripping,the candle hidden in a drawer.the sound of the spoon,falling to the floor.that pair of old shoes,and a copper kettle.the smell of perfume,become the stink of time.you are….
listening to the owl,and sleeping in the shade.arms outstretched,as if touching the sky,roots deep in the earth,swaying with the wind.bark to bark,he and she intertwine…till only one remains.seasons put down and lostin the steady and sure,waiting on moonlight and darknessin the kingdom of the owl!
hearts gone numb, minds struck dumb,the flesh dies, stink and flies.roll down the window, just past tomorrow,trading souls, fighting for control.politicians kiss and tell, on the road to hell,the fire gone cold, nothing left to hold.broken down, running on empty.packs of wolves roam the cities.children’s bodies down in the alleys,nowhere to run, day is done!nowhere…
leaped chasms across rooms,and named endless falling stars.burned every candle down,and crucified every desire…waiting… waiting… waiting!
dirty faced kids in the back….you could tell they’d been crying.‘you got gas money, bud?have them kids eaten? ‘….‘we’re fine… thanks for the help…’and they drove off onfifteen dollar tires…to find a new life!and it’s Christmasall over the world!
