Outta sight, outta mind. An eye for an eye.
Walmart, Sobeys obey the ****** man
Circled up family clan
Noises from a familiar land

Castles of torture for our souls
Silver, Gold, and Mercury, and
Plutonium, Sodium, Potassium mold

On stands held tight by weakening hands
They lead you along a path far away from
Truth locked away in the Promise Land.

Up in our heads, in our thoughts, the higher self
will lead the way, Never to be left on a shelf
Take it down for daily dissection
Self-Righteous freedom of introspection

Mothersoul sitting on the ties of the railroad,
Looking down the path to his homeland.
Birdys and net turkey stuffing you can bet.