Ball and Game

You use your money to control the game Set the conditions for ruin and shame Taunting my children with the ball Teaching them nothing at all About the indigenous made peoples Made extinct, their noble cultures gone And all you saved from it was a ball And you get to be fairy godmother And we your cinderella Chickens roosting by your clock Ticking me off With your misinformations school Prisoning The mind of children who think they gain Sacrificing scholarship for the vanity Of wealth You take back with phony lawsuits Or the price of health Beyond the treasures of all wealth Is you the fixer, controller, gambler On my game. One day when I come to the rim again Behold not bat, nor slinky moves But fire cleansing the forest of memory Fire burning the debris of history Prisons crumbling like a post mortem to ugly May children longing and learning The fire's anatomy ... dissecting the game's dead physiology The wind winging through the net of rainbows The terrestrial ball ... free at last.