if what he says
is not in my gaze
killing me like a-b-c
destroying me like 1-2-3
If I am not beloved
then why even bother?
Why even put in the effort?
What a brutal world this be
Maybe it’s a beautiful girl we all need
Maybe if the hands of each soldier
grew an individual conscious of their own
they wouldn’t dare kill their brothers
just because they are attached to the pawns of
senators
adulterers
racists
cannibalists
capitalists
the famous ones
we call sir
lucifer
And who will you give your soul to
Do you even know their name?
Do you freely offer it to the most famous one?
Do you know of any other game?
Energy to energy
When did “reality” become
the atheist mantra?
Sunlight to twilight
When did we forget
that God has a momma?
There is loam underneath the city streets
and there is soul in that loam
There is a need in these dirty sheets
like there is shame in these foreclosed homes
Brutality is not masculinity
When did the subtlety of life
get lost?
From the cradle to the grave
With our half won equality
dignity was the cost
Maybe if the hands of each soldier
grew an individual conscious of their own
they wouldn’t dare kill their brothers
just because they are attached to the pawns of
senators
adulterers
racists
cannibalists
capitalists
the famous ones
we call sir
lucifer
And who will you give your soul to
Do you even know their name?
Do you freely offer it to the most famous one?
Do you know of any other game?
