Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

There are beggars in fields of wild red roses,
savage rooms grow in brick and stone, in driftwood
and the busy street,
I can not point a finger of indictment to the untouchables
in your head.

If no one bears responsibility like a forlorn tusk into the arena of brave politics
who will be left behind?
What would it take to set free the lepers?
Heave the stone from your shoulder and retell the story you tell yourself,
turning away from....
your tears washing four corners
and counting crows.

There is money to be made from the world of misery,
weapons to be bought and sold, schemes to impoverish
and blame those whom you have made the poorer.

Cheap bastards in a monkey suit,
why do you declare this side of the street
is yours alone?


~A

amen. liars and thieves. the "financial" syndicate is depraved enough, but the war industry, jesus . . . our kids killed with our guns, "their" kids as well. invisibly . .

ah, just keepin' us "free," and "secure," keepin' alive the american dream of greed . . .

needs saying and said well here.

bravo Kaila!!!!