Watch The Elephant Disappear

Who are we,

eyes always turned away

with snake-bitten tongues

and Marlboro lungs

and nary a word to say

but we pray, everyday

take our blues far away

we just want to watch the game

the stadium filled

the present, God willed

but our skeletons look the same

the closets are clean

when screens are green

watch the elephant disappear

we holler and hoot,

they aim and they shoot

and millions of people cheer

and tears leave the sky

but our untrained eyes

say rain is pouring down

the levees are broke

behind mirrors and smoke

and millions of people drown

and an old woman’s frown

and weary eyes of brown

hide stories we refuse to hear

but with bloodshot eyes

we soak in the lies

and stay high on the fear

can’t speak, hear or see

we think that we’re free

but its all just sleight of hand

it’s rabbits in hats

and old Cheshire cats

as millions of fires are fanned

and humanity burns

with fortune’s wheel turned

by those who script our fate

it’s just paper and pen

held by evil men

who live to desecrate

so let us negate

the power they hold

lets not bow down

for diamonds, or gold

or paper, or powder

or dwellings, or cars

turn off the noise

and look to the stars

the answers are out there

the silence is clear

it’s pin-drops and crickets

there’s nothing to fear

with the elephant painting

an image of God

it never vanished

it was all a facade

there’s no rabbits in hats

and no Cheshire grins

just aristocrats pushing

original sin

drink this gin,

drink this vodka,

this whiskey

this rum

and please sing along

as we beat this war drum…

par rum pa pum pum…

where ya from?

who ya with?

how’d ya get to this slum?

and why did you pin her

down under your thumb?

rolling round like a stone

all lost and alone

as the jugglers and clowns

tweet from cracked-glass cellphones

and a magnifying glass turns into a drone

and kids now burn countless ants from on high

and they die

and they die

and they die

and they die

and hallelujah by and by

and I’ll fly away old glory

I’ll fly away in the morning

I’ll fly away

I’ll fly away

and death, it comes without warning.

and millions are homeless, and mourning

and the chorus is strung out, singing

and Judas just struck out, swinging

and the olive trees burn in Gethsemane

but blessed are those who mourn

and blessed are those who are torn from this world

because we avert our eyes and see no evil

because we bite our tongues and speak no evil

because we block our ears and hear no evil

because we are caught up staring at the magician

as he makes the elephant disappear

and with the elephant gone now,

we believe we have no choice

but to trust in the magic


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. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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