Cost

I snarl, bite and twist tearing truth from rigid lips cracked by virulent vapors the kindling of Jesus’ manger burning like a rancid piece of meat diseased depravity tossed at hungry, mottled feet as homeless children scour for a glass of truth drinking from gourmet gutter water polluted by profitable wonders like sound proof autos equipped with directions to political fundraisers which promise compassion under a Chablis chuckle So is ambivalence ambition’s bane languishing like an innocuous acid rain stinging Aids victims who are wasting without sleep offering them a cheaper mortgage rate as CEO’s build a better GNP numbers sold to edify the American dream suburbia draped in red, white and blue never colorblind, merely imbued like picket fences, family values, and barbeques that perhaps someday it could be me and you whether fighting tyranny here or abroad sacrificing for the most worthy cause that you’re never truly a patriot until you pay the cost