7

We witness the collision of human injustice
stand at the gates of pain and misery
watch the world bare its guts to the sky
and throw up our hands
as we see no evil, hear no evil
and speak only of the mundane speculative anecdotes
that fill our own personal limited scope

Are you blind? I cry.
Do you hear the fighting all around you?
the loneliness of this overpopulated planet is pulsing through me
and all that we admit that we see
is what they flicker on advertisements
as the world describes it as something to be cured
by money and charity
when will we see that we really aren't free
in a world so blind
that when our children and our brothers children
are crying, its ignored and pushed to the floor

Who wants to dwell on an issue we can't sell
because all that we are
is the sign on our door
the shadow we show
to the rest of the globe

and hope that they don't poke a finger at the foundation
case it crumbles under the speculation
of all that we hide
like the pain of these times
women in suffering
children going hungry
men drinking through the anger they eshew

There's these magnetic forces holding us down
their called materialism, commerce
and the post-modernist ideal
that babe it ain't real, or me
who needs to deal with this issue
that's for politicians my darling

And they keep such straight faces
as they smack their hands down
to keep their heads in the ground
so far neath the skin
of all this violent din

to ignore as those in suffering
implore for the world to start listening
to their cries for some justice
for all mankind

just human dignity please
for everyone, not just a few ones
and their bubbled up hue of comrades
and you stand there screaming
but they won't hear your cries

because you're talking to dead wood
with its roots too tied down in a system
which really probably won;t turn around