The Moon Like God
Inside of me
Inside the heart of me
And the imagination of me I look to a new world
As the winter closes in on all of us
And the long gray days are filled with shadows of the past
Now the game is on
And the poor will be required to give thanks for what little they have
Thankful for safety razors and birth control perhaps
The well healed among us will eat to much and drink to much
And TV news will proclaim the miracle of treating the less fortunate like human beings
At least twice a year
Where are the Jobs congress
Oh yes that's right you sent them over seas
And the moon like God looks down on everyone
Copyright © Michael Ainsley | Year Posted 2013
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