The world is an unfair place
Much to my dismay
The humans lack grace
We didn't write the rules
It just happens that way

The darker side of my mind is where
Abstractions of fragmented poetry breeds;
A baby lies dead in a Hong Kong gutter,
And my lines fall into place.

Broken hearts sing lullabies to me,
Two savage beatings spare me a verse,
New Orleans lends me four at low interest,
And throws in a haiku for free.

The old veteran quotes me three lines
And gets buried with the last.
The rhyme festers with his body;
Both soldier
                      and verse
            are
                       free
                                       again.

I can't explain the beauty I see
In the dying faces of the abandoned ones,
Nor tell you why, if the bomb were dropped tomorrow
I should weep in both anguish and delight.

I can only tell you, should it all end,
Should all modern horrors dissapear,
The future will weep for the joys of the present
And smiles will dissapear forever

Both hands in my pockets, a blank page tucked in my shoe,
Call it a list of every little thing I wouldn’t give for you,
Traded the city for salvation, but found neither kingdom nor crown,
We were too young for such silence, and far too old to settle down,
Now standing on a subway platform, New York buzzing overhead,
My skull sick with the ghosts off all the things we never said,
Pale skin caked with shadows, dull eyes lit low with fear,
Please bring me back to you, or any place that isn’t here.

NOT IN MY NAME
As your bombs **** children who tonight will be tucked in for the last time
NOT IN MY NAME
As you karma watches you burn in hell
NOT IN MY NAME
The world cries as you play into the hands of the devil within
NOT IN MY NAME
As you hang that last Angel upon your Christmas tree

This Christmas can pass by silently
Mothers cry
Women die
Children crying for freedom in rubble laid graves

NOT IN MY DAM NAME!!! ...