The prophecies
Adorning the halls
The king did not heed
All have ignored
A "No Parking" sign
In a rich neighborhood
It pertains to the poor
But the fines will be paid
By all mankind
Ignorance of the law
Man or nature-made
Are not an excuse
The writing on the walls
Will outlive all of us

Don't let them form their own opinions.
Explain the facts to them.
Actively shape how It is told.
Balance It with with "alternative information"
Delay the process:
This will be detrimental
It could destroy
Don't let It unfold.
Change the subject.
Then ask questions, re-blame.
Back off to create chaos.

We have become accustomed to this behavior.
Trying to keep the Story secret
Bribing and threatening
Powerful institutions use this strategy.
And get away with it.
It is a matter of power.
It is their bread and butter.
The powerful have a vested interest in shaping It
Everyone is trying to control It
The masquerade continues.

The picture we paint for ourselves
We are all trying to control It

The Story will be told.

Demonstrate empathy and be kind
Know the depths of the human mind.
Overturn traditional trends.
Live with this - means to ends
Get through the emotional consequences.
Cope with the changing world and moving fences
Deal with a mixture of real and virtuality.
Cope with new home and identity normality.
Make an unforgettable piece of art
Live with problems and a broken heart
Question the study of human nature.
Work for reasons that are greater
Be one who knows how to express emotions.
Relieve the stress of today’s life approaches
Shoulder the emotional toil of doing so.
Let the whole world the truth know

The father of the fortunate son
  Was the subject of a folk song
  Occupied land that was not his
  And leased it back lackluster
  These utterances unearthed
  Of the verses left unvoiced
  Hard to get his disdain heard
  Realizing the red line there
  The lousy lucre unearned
  He scripted ending the split
  Allowing for those left out
  And legitimate to the land
  Safe places to raise sons
  Dismantle the machine that
  Was working as They wanted
  At length arrived on the air
  By future family members
Aimed squarely at the Old Man

Why is it -
When I think of you -
I can't remember the song that played -
   - When we met
   - When we danced
   - When we made love

but

I can remember the song that played -
   -When you left me

Reduce institutional ire
Lower the seat from the spire
Soak the electric cubes
Resonating with the rubes
Ice cold otherness
Rich gods aren’t colorless
Not voting for anyone?
Cast two for the fortunate son
Fold away that ego
White discussion veto
Gentleman in morning traffic
Ear assaulted demographic
The velvet rope is fraying
Hear the song playing
Workers new to hauling
May soon cremate the crawling
The victory of segregation
Imprinted on the failed nation
Arrested ****** afflicted
By self-righteous saints convicted
My rejection is uncast
Election contribution passed
Installation working fine
Watching others get in line
The coasts debate solution
Delays victory for the revolution

I thought about this number:

What it means to me.

Strange that we mark it.

There is nothing in life,

So predictable as the clock.

Time still goes one way.

Yet we still are surprised,

Where has the time gone?

The place it's always gone,

Where our eyes are looking.