What makes you think of all the lies laid down
Like pavement bricks in poisoned ground
Cracked and gray like prison dust;
Who makes these rules...
Who do you trust..?
What makes you think in all our Books of Law
Where tiers of privilege rub truth raw
Lost freedoms granted the deepest purse
Too easily chase a rich man's thrist...
Leave the poor to kick and scream
Each single soul judged still unclean
With no rcourse except for Green
So hard to find...so seldom seen.
What makes you think forgiveness comes with neeed
A trilogy of pain gone mad -- of hatred, lust and greed
Blood sins accrued while hunting fears
From stolen shadows pale as tears
Abyss deep oceans..deep as years.
Who lives in Citadels of Gold
And rules us all from White Abodes
Those pristine rooms above the fray..
False roads of ignorance that lead away
To deepest, hard core yesterdays
With Death the only coin to pay.
What makes you think in all their selfish schemes
Democracy, a live, expensive dream
Woven out of whole black cloth
A wedding gown of somber troth;
Who planned this March into Nowhere...
Betrayed our birth with vicious care...
What makes you think through all their secret plans
And all they hold with grasping hands
That they will share - or understand
Our shouts demanding Fair Laws Land
What color hate behind a smiling face...
What selet elite would ever trace
The elected history of a People's Grace...
Now fallen into shallow graves
Behind a promise bought with slaves...
What makes you think they would repay,
Or for one moment truly kneel to pray
With honor lost so long ago
To a Puppet Master's bloated ego
Behind their eyes,corruption grows
In sterile ground, 100 Proof
And none - as yet - to see the truth.
What makes you think....