American Greed,
The need to be
On top of everything
With speed,
Lyrical carousels
Flinging bodies,
Throwing distractions,
An absence of personal
Satisfaction,
Retract, stand back,
Watch and listen,
Instead of being
Inspired
People are lighting
Themselves on fire,
A flash in the pan
You can’t even dance to,
Subdued in the cruise,
The bruised Apple drinks
Snapple
To revive the senses,
But we’re nearly defenseless
To the waves
That come and go,
Where do I reach,
What do I choose,
Who to listen to,
Who to trust,
They want money
At the expense
Of us,
It doesn’t matter,
We’re the few and the proud
Riding in the rain,
Is it wet out,
Doesn’t matter,
Just get out,
Break out of the cage,
Leave the entertainment
Behind,
Or perhaps you’ll decide
To take it on the ride,
However you find your daily
Supply,
Just remember,
Tears you laugh and
Tears you cry
Oh how the time
Floats on by,
If only I had a suggestion
To your life’s questions,
I remember where I came
From,
How simple and straightforward
It was,
I hated it because
I was forced to be so
Damn accurate,
Every little detail,
From the nails on the hand,
To the badges and ribbons,
When it began it wasn’t such
A given,
At the end of the day
We are just monkeys,
Whether steadily compliant,
Funky or junkies,
We all had a place,
We all had a space,
We all learned to share
And how to better care
For our cage
Until we were so drained
We could barely walk,
Those long runs in
The Carolina rain and sun,
No man left behind
Was the sign we followed,
With barely enough time
To swallow,
We were hard,
But maybe just hollow,
How could we be so sure,
We were the cure before
A cure was needed,
Action, action, action,
Action repeated,
There was no delete button,
No copy and paste,
We were chased, changed,
Molded, grown,
Like jets that’s flown,
We were the storm,
The ruckus and commotion,
The green, the brown, the black,
The red and the gold,
We were too heavy and too much
To hold,
We had all the power and bottom
Dollar
Fending for you,
We came back home
And what did you do,
And what did you do
And what did you do,
We’ll see tomorrow
All the pain and sorrow
Within their eyes,
Tell me they didn’t try,
Tell me they didn’t lie,
Tell me they weren’t deprived
For no reason,
Well no matter,
It’s the season for love
I remember who I is
And I remember just
Who I’ve become,
I’m more than just a
Tongue in the wind,
Tomorrow begins,
Yesterdays forgotten,
I’m just picking threads,
Woven cotton,
How many more chapters
Do we have left
Before our whole generation
Is swept under the rug,
Countless holes dug in vain,
The rain will cave them all
In,
And the thunder will shake
The ground,
We are just waiting to mix
With dirt,
To become one with the Earth,
For our search is full of longing,
There is no true belonging
Or real calling,
It’s all make believe,
The tricks up the sleeve,
It’s all based on American Greed
And the need to feed
Enormous appetites,
Tell me what love is like
And I’m sure my blood will spike
I’ll tell you about independence
But that would likely lead to
Vengeance and repentance,
It’s all because of American greed.