Indictment

Indictment They say it’s wrong to dream in Africa, to win your heart is to lose your way. Jungle overgrown, government overthrown, Europe’s long drop, urinal of the U.S.A No one wants you there, nobody kicks you out. Best to be a serpentine, and snake your way out South. Facing the equator, you’re standing upside down. High pitched music, hide the truth lower down. Only in killing fields, does memory grow short. Longing is taller than the ever leaping Masai, dreamy warriors pleading for another way. Hallucogenic cannabis, halleluia contraband. a crazy little foot path, Leads to unadvertised paradise. The cynic and the sick, meet the arrogant and the rich. In hallways and corridors, hospitals and whorehouses, To sell our innocence and divide the loot. a penny for your liver....... a pound for your heart...... look away Dixie land..... look away.... This dirge is for my country, my lamentation lasts all the day. This river of tears just flows along, before she melts and disappears, yea, before she dissipates into an ocean gone wrong.