The Eyes Have It

The eyes of the prophets

are crossed

and the line is dotted

signs are spotted

in the crowd

remove the shroud

it’s too loud to think

swim, don’t sink

but crossed eyes blink

Morse code

teaching us to curse

the winding road

but pay our tolls

to fix potholes

and catch lost souls

looking for a fix

and we want out

of the mix

but the goal

has always been progress

has always been

dress to impress

but I must confess

though this world is a mess

and you have more

with less

we shackle the poor

with stress

and fear

and drugs and beer

and year after year

and day after day

we sing along

as the anthem plays

with hand over heart

and crown over self

the truth gets lost

on a dusty shelf

we don’t read

between the lines

we resign the future

so the past confines

but the chains

are ours to break

it’s fourth and goal

this is ours to take

but sometimes

it’s best to kneel

they can keep their pills

I would rather feel

my way through the night

I won’t follow Rome

with it’s stolen light

our own eyes

have the power

to set us free

and if we’re lucky

in the darkness

we might start to see

 

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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