Bonus Round! (This is the poem read at the Open Mic at Cafe Azteca) What Have We... Stone cold corpses, Battered and bruised, Laid to rest on the dead earth, Emmet, What have they done to you? Palm trees and napalm in the breeze, Smells like teen spirit on the wind, Mosh pits and beer cans, Looks like a good day to die, Shots fired, Shells littering the ground, John, What have they done to you? White houses and picket fences, Marching until we cant move, Show them our pride, Until we see bullet holes and white hoods, Scorched crosses and broken bodies, Martin, What have they done to you? Riddles lost within packs of skittles, Dreams dripping down into a sidewalk, His mama is crying over a hoodie and tattered jeans, Treyvon, What have they done to you? High octane or high on butane, Faster and faster, Your fury became a legend, Until you were nothing but a skidmark, Paul, What have they done to you? We seek into the hearts of the dead, We ask as to why they were taken, We grow mad when we hear of a loss, But a list follows that remark, Phillip, Amy, Whitney, Corey, Michael, Kurt, I speak these name because Im hurt! I speak these names for we drove them to the grave, When money and freedom is our belief system, And when one paycheck decides if we eat, And when one hit single decides what we turn up to, When the money trees shading our children dry up, And when they make mistakes that we make, We blame it upon the icons, For they are supposed to be perfect, We blame it on the heroes, For they were everything we were supposed to be, We blame it on everything but ourselves, For our own selfish ego forbids us, But, What, Have We Done To Ourselves... Thank You
Posted on: Sun, 16 Mar 2014 17:34:19 +0000
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