Tears In the Crowds

Tears in the Crowds A tyrant on a corrupt throne A sheep about to become a genetic clone A weary traveller far away from home A heroin addict on methadone Graveyards of peace and quiet lament An ungrateful niece, Dead bodies in cement The Biblical Golden Fleece Friedrick Nietzsche’s torment We look to each other for strength through the terrain Some don’t stop to bother when saturated in pain Like volcanic ash clouds pouring out acid rain And satanic slash crowds worshipping the insane I’ll refrain from the point of the story today With this unintentional darkness so much on display It’s all about whether you walk the right path the right way And consider whatever you have to then say The innocence of childhood refusing to let it go The recompense of wildwoods as the oldest trees cease to grow It’s like falling down onto your knees in the pure white snow And begging for somebody please to tell you where life needs to flow There’s an angry mob waiting with torches and rakes And a whole culture of people who make money from being fakes I could find it quite funny if it weren’t such a terrible mistake As the day grows less sunny and night begins to break We wonder this planet just looking for conquests And plunder this environment in hideous contests For oil and copper and carbon and gas contents No wonder the atmosphere has decided to energetically vent I cannot condone this apathetic approach To nuclear war keeping alive a cockroach A subject one wouldn’t even dare to even broach Is open for discussion when riding in coach There’s no obvious mechanism for systemic solution Nor any long term strategy to cut back on pollution While governments create catastrophe and generate more confusion The wealthy are eating for free while the poor collide in confusion There’s legitimate acts of war crimes and genocide While they distort the facts and cover up what they can hide Whatever statement retracts , it’s like sniffing fermaldahyde On the day that your mother and father have died It’s reality that’s gripping me I’m not being intentionally depressing It’s the entropy of the Ignomy, an adult psychologically regressing All the while the emergency is continually pressing So close to uncertainty as the criminal is confessing So send me a blessing while I’m out convalescing And looking for wounds that need tenderly dressing Just as hearts need the soft touch of gentle caressing It’s the collective willpower I’m damn well contesting So brighten up the perspective lest you drown yourself in fear And lighten up the corrective concepts that draw near And hold on to what you have known to hold dear Because the crowds and the masses are breaking down in tears