He came to the door often enough
asking for sandwiches and water and other stuff
but that wasn't the point was it?
in fact he could be any number of children
at any number of doors in any number of cities
but he was at my door, in this city
so what could I do but pour a glass of water
and his eyes would be on my back
burning into me, not with hate or anger
but with a unspoken need, a quiet hunger
that raged beneath too thin arms
which hung off the too short torso
of a too small young man
and there at the doorway i would stand
awash in the cacophonous sounds of a city
sirens and screams, overplayed radio hits
and the lone wail of a child
but this is civilization
thank God we marched out of the wild untamed world
we made it our own and in a glorious era
have we not become masters of our existence
and who is the face of the beautiful light
who is the lamp which shines out into the looming night?
is it not the nation who leads the fight
where women are beautiful and the children bright
or they were once
beauty has been has been replaced with cruel plastic facades
and the children weren't left behind but pushed over a precipice
launched into a cross between huxley's oblivious world
and an orwellian lie of a government
and those who hold the whip in their trotters
serve themselves alone and we are but meat for the fodder
I think of all this
of the injustice of the world
and the yawning void outside my door
all present in the hunger of this kids eyes
and I want to slam the door and run
hide myself behind a mixed media shield
one part game one part television on part program
hang my self on my cable connection
then cut the cord and I could say look ma, I've gone wireless
more like we've gone spineless
as a generation so caught up in our own witticisms
that instead of standing up for something we slouch down
and collectively ask the world
"you mad bro?"
well they should be mad
and so should we,
cause there is no reason for kids to need
no reason they should sit in the street and bleed
but here have some social security
a societal band aid for the booboo
maybe this little first aid kit will stem the arterial flow
but if that doesnt work put his hand over his heart
apply pressure and tell him to pledge
cause he's got the right to life and liberty
but let us not forget the pursuit of happiness
we'll hunt that bastard down
pin it to the ground
and force it to omit and admit
that we are the free world
asking for sandwiches and water and other stuff
but that wasn't the point was it?
in fact he could be any number of children
at any number of doors in any number of cities
but he was at my door, in this city
so what could I do but pour a glass of water
and his eyes would be on my back
burning into me, not with hate or anger
but with a unspoken need, a quiet hunger
that raged beneath too thin arms
which hung off the too short torso
of a too small young man
and there at the doorway i would stand
awash in the cacophonous sounds of a city
sirens and screams, overplayed radio hits
and the lone wail of a child
but this is civilization
thank God we marched out of the wild untamed world
we made it our own and in a glorious era
have we not become masters of our existence
and who is the face of the beautiful light
who is the lamp which shines out into the looming night?
is it not the nation who leads the fight
where women are beautiful and the children bright
or they were once
beauty has been has been replaced with cruel plastic facades
and the children weren't left behind but pushed over a precipice
launched into a cross between huxley's oblivious world
and an orwellian lie of a government
and those who hold the whip in their trotters
serve themselves alone and we are but meat for the fodder
I think of all this
of the injustice of the world
and the yawning void outside my door
all present in the hunger of this kids eyes
and I want to slam the door and run
hide myself behind a mixed media shield
one part game one part television on part program
hang my self on my cable connection
then cut the cord and I could say look ma, I've gone wireless
more like we've gone spineless
as a generation so caught up in our own witticisms
that instead of standing up for something we slouch down
and collectively ask the world
"you mad bro?"
well they should be mad
and so should we,
cause there is no reason for kids to need
no reason they should sit in the street and bleed
but here have some social security
a societal band aid for the booboo
maybe this little first aid kit will stem the arterial flow
but if that doesnt work put his hand over his heart
apply pressure and tell him to pledge
cause he's got the right to life and liberty
but let us not forget the pursuit of happiness
we'll hunt that bastard down
pin it to the ground
and force it to omit and admit
that we are the free world
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