A Lullaby for Egypt by A. N. Gretly

Bite the bullet. A muddy boot, A bloody boot In the pimpled Face of Some kid; The barking Goes on. And they ask Why I do not Care, and I Just shrug; The barking Goes on. Hunger in the Streets and in Their media- Rotted minds; The barking Goes on. Faces split at The seams, eyes Peering At the Scenes and I wonder; The barking Goes on. The youth they Snort and cuss And the joints Are passed around; The barking Goes on. Birdshot in a Brother's eye, A blind dove Flaps its wings; The barking Goes on. And they ask Why I do not Cry, and I Just shrug; The barking Goes on. The poor get Even poorer as the Man on television Shouts and moans; The barking Goes on. Droopy eyes lost Their spark as the Fire dies and we Linger in the dark; The barking Goes on. A youngster jailed For a bag of hash, As an old man rubs A girl half his age; The barking Goes on. And I bite the bullet, And I bite the bullet And hail the beard And hail the stars; And the barking Goes on!

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