2010-05-10 - pro verbs
have you been around
outside this town
this comfort we call home
here's what I've found
is going down
where angels fear to roam
there's mutiny on the bounty
there's tyranny at bay
it's just outside your county
outside the USA
there's fathers who don't watch
their sons who rob the poor
they go straight for the crotch
behind the temple door
their sons profane the sabbath
while they sit idly by
they bow before their cabbage
in their own juices fry
there's priests who hear the voices
of every kind of vice
they stab in for the choicest
the meat of sacrifice
they block the way of seekers
they martyr those who care
they prey upon the weakness
they keep them dumb and scared
have you been around
the bloody ground
the place some call their home
will you hear the sound
before they drown
beneath the waves and foam
the shame of every nation's
pollution washed ashore
comes on this generation
and cries reach out restore
the paradigms of pilgrims
all those who came before
are shifted to the children
who reach beyond death's door
why do we seek for clarity
when all has been revealed
the law of love and charity
the prophets who won't yield
"if" and "but" are cloaks
worn by the unbelieving
the butt of heaven's jokes
unthankful unreceiving
the path that lies before
is written in your heart
but never more ignore
the player of your part.
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