Man the life boats Women illuminated by fine jewels Draped in luxury Tap the toes of their pointed shoes impatiently Well tailored men light expensive cigars Waving the matches out on a dark night The ship is sinking fast Bailouts were bandaids for people who Weren't bleeding Taxes slashed the people who did not want it and Democrat, republican, independent, None of these self-proclaimed messiahs they are patriots bleeding red white and blue No one is, except The mother who works to support her children when The penis ran away with the silver spoon Is like a sip of daily coffee, Black and awakening her to the reality of Her life A man sits naked on a bench After society stripped him of his dignity Manhood, and self worth and his humanity He scourers the streets through trash to feed himself He searches the eyes of onlookers for compassion Instead he finds loneliness and the fear That they could be him The bottom line drawn in the sand Left him in the dust When no one is left behind Everyone is, except Those who await their lifeboats To ferry them to uncharted waters that lead To lands where their money is untaxed cash Not credit. And the words to a patty smith song no longer matter Because she is sitting with them Sipping a Caribbean rum out of courtesy for their charitable event That makes them feel less guilty As the hungry go without food The homeless go without shelter abandoned children go without parents Because their money will support their Drug addicted, alcohol soaked children Who will one day lead this fine nation Into an archaic landscape spotted with The canker sores of America Pushing their wares in dirty back alleyways And posh coffee shops toasting to a rebirth Of a dead society. Let the smoke of their cigars curl thickly upward And choke them dead and Let the women be plagued with Crippling and unrepairable old age, crippling their status Before they have time to board the lifeboats and save their children.
Tub drained, dry blood stains where arms rested steel slashes fatty flesh is bled dry No money, poors forth from empty host parasites whimper buzzards pick, remains outlined by forefathers Fighting nothing
Sing No Anthem for Me
Sing no anthem for me
Soaring maniacally amidst A twinkling sky Distant, cold Its heat sears through Assembled atmosphere Shooting star You are the arrow Piercing night Washed of clouds Tattooed on the arm Of the lonely sailor at sea never to retreat