Same as it ever was

There is danger down on the edge of town Fire on the horizon it's scorchin' the ground Hoards of unrest as people pass the blame Who's the real culprit at the top of the chain The burning sunset spills across the rot of the land While the deceiving evil doer licks blood from his hands Greed riddled bombs fall from dead skies Blanketing the poor, warm tears swell in their eyes Oil soaked hills burn down through their valleys While war torn screams ring out from all around me The milky white sap is scraped from the flowers Then sold in the streets as heroin powder Junkies fumble over spoons with needles in their hand While the money is filtered to rulers of land On with the show the director he screams While the masses consume garbage projected on to screens I sit motionless and stare at the wall As the prison door slams shut I wonder how long How long will it be till I'm back on the streets With a dagger in my hand and blood on my feel

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Mikeluciano

37 / M / Pennsylvania

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