update7...Diana's poem
- Wash Your Hands -
dirty money
the corruptors' honey
who'd ever think we'd kill each other
over a measley piece of paper
in God we trust
a deadly golden raper
weakened, it's sickening
the following, the hollowing
empty souls look to be filled
with love? with lust?
with happiness? with trust?
no
they feed upon monetary bills
light them ablaze
the green-filled pinatas
vacant eyes disguise the lies
that a shallow smile hides
laugh and be merry now
got to get that money somehow
sell your belongings
lost your soul
you've been hit by a smooth criminal
National Bank of America
hope you've got some stock
I hear that investment's hot
steaming with the breath of the devil
dirty money on the worst level
money equals power
that rains down in a tainted shower
it's time to open our umbrellas
and say
fuck you
to what they try to sell us
- Kick The Can-
the war on drugs
a war on thugs?
a raging war against the poor?
the man down and out on the street
the one on the corner, constantly shuffling his feet
that's my man
your man
our man
the one who got all mixed up
in America's master plan
business life had him stressing
so he stopped counting his blessings
his memo papers
parking lots
and skyscrapers
were wiping out entire neighborhoods
places where playgrounds once stood
and his kid came home one day and said
"Dad I can't find a place to play"
so he weeped
and ceased to sleep
starting shootin up
and suckin down booze
trying to forget the things people lose
in order to gain
money
power
respect
respect?
tried to forget about the Nature he left wrecked
just remember
when you
go to
kick the can
towards that homeless man
amongst the newspapers
he used to be on top of the world
~*~diana
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