dedicated to the homeless:
People sleeping in rail cars People sleeping in chairs Anyone who is not anyone is splitting their hairs Every one of them Are in my prayers Sleeping in cars sleeping on floors Breaking some heads and kicking down doors People in uniforms Are not uniformed If they don’t care then what are they all here for? People in pain can’t sleep People in pain just stare Every one of them Are in my prayers We have seen this all before We know Thiers going to be more Masters building their empires building their wars Counting their virgins And beating their whores The howling dogs of war, I will pray for An old man is too old for fighting And fighting is getting old And to many people outside getting sick getting cold And soon becomes the misery As souls inside disappear Those who have become so empty Are in my prayers, The Trump card has been called, calling for sessions calling for creeds sucking down moonshine out stepping on weeds the powerful are happy their getting their way crushing the poor Whose needs are taking away that is the reason we all must pray
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