IT exists, what twists,
then
raised fists, evil persists
what
then goes on behind the scenes
where
we won't find any on the media frenzy
like
in the deepest waters
in the deepest thinkers
in the deepest pockets
who is it that tinkers
with the root
of all the nerves of the rest of us,
real violence versus movie violence
you seen one you have seen them all
are you immune
and your compassion fall,
some one wrote how the "West failed Egypt,"
who did the East fail then, South Korea?
but again that is what we are led to believe
and allowed to see, really not the whole story,
take it to the Area 51 as IT is said by the CIA,
There is no place like home,
that has peace,
have we been fleeced,
free water from the ground sold for
billions all around, I did not sign up for this
let that nestle in your thoughts, in your nest,
C I A
C I B
C I see,
what is reality, do I really, even exist beyond
this moment or am I in the mist,
or will I be missed, are they shooting at me yet and still
quick pass me the bottle of approved pills, mouth so dry I can't
spit or swill or swallow to wash down, all the garbage, "out there
beneath the pale moonlight,
Someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight
Somewhere out there someone's saying a prayer"
For peace
for mercy
for the children
who have only
seen, known
breathed air where
death erodes the hope
while we play at violence on
video games - terminal disease,
PLLEASE, there are foundations
to help, as these countries don't have
leaders, they have bleeders; who take
the riches, while others spend it all
dying on the streets, of places they
used to call neighborhoods, are now markers
where martyrs
forgot to get out
of the way, no shouts
other then agony and misery
no friends to an honest living,
because
they are not
there to see the next days dawn,
chaos consumes even the sun
as black clouds rise and dust
is kicked about from the rubble
of exploded dreams
of trampled hope
of life that does not reflect love.
Who can talk about love at a time like this?
It will be all right it will okay,
it is not your Neighborhood,
well at least not today, witness
or
is
it?
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 12:50 AM UTC
IT exists, what twists,
then
raised fists, evil persists
what
then goes on behind the scenes
where
we won't find any on the media frenzy
like
in the deepest waters
in the deepest thinkers
in the deepest pockets
who is it that tinkers
with the root
of all the nerves of the rest of us,
real violence versus movie violence
you seen one you have seen them all
are you immune
and your compassion fall,
some one wrote how the "West failed Egypt,"
who did the East fail then, South Korea?
but again that is what we are led to believe
and allowed to see, really not the whole story,
take it to the Area 51 as IT is said by the CIA,
There is no place like home,
that has peace,
have we been fleeced,
free water from the ground sold for
billions all around, I did not sign up for this
let that nestle in your thoughts, in your nest,
C I A
C I B
C I see,
what is reality, do I really, even exist beyond
this moment or am I in the mist,
or will I be missed, are they shooting at me yet and still
quick pass me the bottle of approved pills, mouth so dry I can't
spit or swill or swallow to wash down, all the garbage, "out there
beneath the pale moonlight,
Someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight
Somewhere out there someone's saying a prayer"
For peace
for mercy
for the children
who have only
seen, known
breathed air where
death erodes the hope
while we play at violence on
video games - terminal disease,
PLLEASE, there are foundations
to help, as these countries don't have
leaders, they have bleeders; who take
the riches, while others spend it all
dying on the streets, of places they
used to call neighborhoods, are now markers
where martyrs
forgot to get out
of the way, no shouts
other then agony and misery
no friends to an honest living,
because
they are not
there to see the next days dawn,
chaos consumes even the sun
as black clouds rise and dust
is kicked about from the rubble
of exploded dreams
of trampled hope
of life that does not reflect love.
Who can talk about love at a time like this?
It will be all right it will okay,
it is not your Neighborhood,
well at least not today, witness
or
is
it?
©DWE082013
Quote from "Somewhere out there" performed by Linda Ronstadt, written by James Horner, Barry Mann, Cynthia Weil
"West Failed Egypt" CBC headline quote
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