perched on the cusp of disaster
looking down into oblivion
but sit we here, safe and sound
in our box of bulletproof glass
watching fireworks explode
and planting landmines
of despair in the land of the free
and sometimes fair
spouting words into air
of greatness and fear
ignoring the lost and scared
counting down the hours
til we can count the money
from over on the otherside
of the world this long ago
stopped being funny
now I can see some say
stop throwing stones
cause your houses is glass too
and your place has lost it's happy day glo
and I say back...yes this is true
we dropped the crystal ball
and are picking up a thousand pieces
and looking for some super glue
but for the moment lets get back to you
perched there, on the edge of disaster
looking down the throat
of a beast ravenous,
with the ethics of a goat
wanting to create some mythical wall
and some mythical moat
his maw cavernous
his need and greed ravenous
down here whilst playing at jigsaw
we watch the polotical beast bloat
and we kneel and pray,
that his speech is just rhetoric
and this world don't fall
into war .....
as he cries wolf speak words
of the morally bankrupt
and compassionate poor
and his words of greatness
grate and draw, tears of sadness
from those cleaning up the gore