Broken Links

We are all broken into separate pieces Brothers uncles mothers and nieces Fractured ways of thinking Cool-aide drinking Caught between real and false Can you feel we’re all sinking False prophets We have become our own religion relying only on ourselves for every decision Believing the answer is accomplished through division We fools stopped seeking wisdom Too big a gap between higher and lower The world moves fast but our thinking grows slower The rich protect themselves in their high tower Unrest grows hour by hour Who in the end do you think holds the power? So crumbs are thrown to the masses But that won’t stop the clashes of the classes Change is happening so slow it flows like molasses There are too many people sheltered in under passes Plastic dollars are of no use No one will be left to pay Caesars taxes Black, brown yellow and white men When will they see clearly again? Will each own the other’s pain? Red blood flows within each vein This current world order is impossible to maintain Every man woman and child is an important part of the chain They all need love, food, shelter, sunshine and rain Top heavy systems will topple under the strain When it does we will all have to begin again. If we think this is working We are no longer sane. At an essential level we’re all the same can’t you feel We’re circling the drain? For Brian’s Choice 3 Contest.