2. Hammer Watts Assesses The Situation C Some seek truth with a humble mind Am As the week kills the ties that bind G Waiting for fortune to help them find E A desolate refined ideal for mankind C As new unfamiliar feelings all unwind G Turning a boulders poetry into prose C Some pay heed to one that’s blessed Am With a crest etched across his breast G But it’s he that leads this lonely quest E Into places you never would’ve guessed C When it’s he that is bequest to those oppressed G Unless each suppresses what she knows Some try their best most hurriedly To resist the ballet dance of society With acrimony they fall to one knee And pause until they can clearly see That we are all free to hold a key Because it is up to us what destiny we compose Some doubt politicians and their pouts As birds sing till their lungs give out And huddled masses shout about The concept of a some man of clout Who can stand to flout his doubt Without wearing any Emperor’s new clothes Some voyage together, some cry unseen Meditating, using night to set the scene For a liberty that may not ever mean That all that is and was and has ever been Will be locked up in some absent routine And caught in between fifteen scenes of no repose Some venerate a tuneless choir As half-beat lyres cry amid the fire Others conspire to face the buyer But in a broken, unspoken desire They wish hatred upon those hired To become the makers of these capitalist shows Some hold half of infinity in their hand They hesitate, awaiting some command But beneath the dawn they understand That some of us need a helping hand As unplanned shams fail to expand Into brands of propaganda that will one day be froze
Posted on: Wed, 25 Jun 2014 02:03:22 +0000