Napalm Castles

fleeing fire

for a frying pan

I see a dying man

laughing at sinners

posing as saints

 

the mirror broke

and faint whispers

called for fresh paint

to hide the truth

 

spitting lies

disguised as proof

but a leaking roof

will kill the building

 

and we’re still building

napalm castles

and its a hassle

to notice

 

that the POTUS

wears ceasars cloak

he takes our bread

and leaves us broke

 

until we’re dead

and they send smoke

signals to warn the others

that they betray their sisters

 

and kill their brothers

and our mothers will cry

as they look to the sky

and see

 

strange birds

shitting all over

humanity

robots killing

 

in the name of

freedom

ain’t free

they’ll tie us

 

to a tree

the game is rigged

they’ll never king me

but they’ll sing me

 

lullabies

and tired eyes

won’t realize

that the prize

 

was always more

than oil

we fund the slaughter

they keep the spoils

 

and blood boils

in degrees of sadness

the king fell on

the jesters sword

 

the kingdom overflows

with madness

while the queen, she dances 

in the dark

 

the dog feels naked

without her bark

theres no more superman

they kidnapped Clark

 

Kent

and I can’t even pay

the rent

all I own

 

is scratch and dent

you act like you were

heaven sent

but pent up anger

 

hate and rage

will leave you stuck

on the same page

until you find

 

an old, wise sage

to show you birds 

don’t need a cage

exit, stage left

 

about face

they say this isn’t

about race

don’t pace yourself

 

as bullets fly

strange birdshit falls

out of the sky

half the world

 

sits, getting high

the other half

about to die

so busy being born;

 

canaries dropping

one by one,

could it be us

they warn?

 

we mourn

the mourning dove

clipped wings

don’t ever love

 

such henious things

war brings life

to an end

lets no longer

 

pretend

that chickens don’t come home

and peasant farmers needed Rome

and ashes to ashes

 

please break my bones

I need to be deferred

I will not join

the herd

 

 

 

 

 

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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