East v. West part 2

our debts

keep us shackled

to streets

paved with gold

but two feet

in the grave

before we ever

grow old

we’re ice cold

to our neighbors

forget about looking east

we pay for the burden

keep feeding the beast

pumping gas in the fire

as we’re fanning the flames

forever, we’re losing

no matter the games

we keep paying

and playing

and eating this bread

from this tightrope we walk on

we can’t see the dead

the west

looks the best

from where we’re at up here

but even if

we look down

we can’t see

through the fear

the lions are hungry

the tigers are wild

but let them go feast

on some other man’s child

war bothers me not

I turn two

blind eyes

and I don’t even blink

when a two year old

dies

and his family

and friends

and whole villages

burn

from this tightrope

I walk on

I can’t see the world

turn

wearing blinders

my eyes

only see

my own pain

live in fear

of my neighbors

like a painter

fears rain

though he lives

in the desert

not a cloud

in the sky

every moment

he worries

that he won’t

stay dry

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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