making promises
she can’t keep
she
still hears voices in her head
echoing
all the things she said
she’s
given up on counting sheep
tells
herself lies to help her sleep
with all
those self-help books she’s read
making promises
she can’t keep
she
still hears voices in her head
depressing
thoughts are running deep
she
makes a different choice instead
some
medication by the bed
as
softly she begins to weep
making promises
she can’t keep
we speak
of life, of love, of lust
we talk
of loyalty and trust
of all
the things that we discussed
we still
end up carbon and dust
although
we change, adapt, adjust
we shine
the chrome, we scrape the rust
it’s so
unfair, it’s so unjust
we still
end up carbon and dust
we
strive to do what’s right and just
we aim
to do those things we must
and
through life’s changes readjust
and
still end up carbon and dust
we feel
the wind, withstand the gust
we use its
strength to give us thrust
to live
a life that’s more robust
but
still end up carbon and dust
more routine
traffic stops
by aggressive,
local cops
wrong
time, wrong place
wrong
color, wrong race
“Get out of the car”
“Stay right where you are”
“Get down, Turn around”
“Place
your hands upon the ground”
“Keep your hands on the wheel”
“Put
your hands on your head”
and she
reached for her tazor
but
grabbed her gun instead
“Tazor,
tazor, tazor”
she
yelled before she shot
a muzzle
flash, a bullet passed
right
through the victims heart
gusts of
wind begin to blow
eerily
the trees are creaking
swirling,
twirling powdered snow
I can
hear the branches squeaking
trying
to keep the heat from leaking
I place
a blanket by the door
on the
window frost is sneaking
we
listen to the furnace roar
the
people’s house is made of stone
a symbol
of democracy
but now
the seeds of hate are sown
the
people’s house is made of stone
in
places where these seeds have grown
we view
total hypocrisy
the
people’s house is made of stone
a symbol
of democracy
I view
the world through rose colored glasses
rose
colored drug dealers
rose
colored racists
rose
colored pedophiles
rose
colored homophobes
rose
colored murderers
I see
the glass as half full
half
full of toxic drinking water
half
full of radioactive isotopes
half
full of lethal particles
half
full of heavy metal molecules
half
full of shit
I always
look on the sunny side
with
blistering sunburn
without
sunscreen
and no
sunglasses
as
global temperatures rise
and the
polar icecaps melt
driving the
back roads
tires on
gravel
crackling
of pebbles
under
the wheels
an
occasional car
from the
other direction
we wave
to each other
it’s an unwritten rule
no one’s
in a hurry
or they’d
be on the main roads
windows
rolled down
dog’s
ears flapping in the breeze
we keep on driving
through
the dusty wake
until
there’s nothing but clean air
and the
crackling of pebbles
from
tires on gravel
nineteen
innocent children died
as a
young girl dials nine-one-one
good
guys with guns waited outside
they
scrambled for a place to hide
nowhere to go, nowhere to run
nineteen
innocent children died
with two
brave teachers by their side
expecting
help but there was none
good
guys with guns waited outside
many
young lives have been denied
from
bullets fired from a gun
nineteen
innocent children died
before
the blood had even dried
someone’s
daughter or someone’s son
good
guys with guns waited outside
authorities
already lied
but soon
their lies would come undone
nineteen
innocent children died
good
guys with guns waited outside
