poets and profits
mad men and kings
speak truth from their wisdom
of little known things
from pages to pulpits
on corners of streets
portraiting to others
the things that they see
my friend we have risen
and now is the time
the poetry's rich
and the madness divine
we'll move the world forward
an inch at a time
change is as easy
as changing your mind
when feet walk on ground
that is soiled with blood
a moment to reflect upon
the people we have loved
we're fighting every battle
never knowing what it's for
taking from an others flesh
the holy sacrament of war
Parking lots house oil spills
that drain into the sea
and no one wants to feel the weight
of their responsibility
all our heads are spinning
like the earth around it's axis
and all our drinking water
has become radioactive....
and blood it stains the hands
of the ones who remain passive
it's time for equal opposites
to rise to the reaction
