Monday, March 30, 2009

Wanderer Pt. 1

The years stand heavy
They do not fall
They do not rest
They do not let up
And they are always pressing
Down
Down
Down

The dust weighs heavy
Dust stained boots
Dust stained shirt
Dust stained tired soul
And it is always Filth
Dirty
Dirty
Dirty

The imprint exists internally
Foot steps look back
Foot steps for here
Foot steps yet to go
And there will always be more
Go
Go
Go

The waste abounds all around
Death wants to play
Death bites on bones
Death pleads for more
And one always finds rest too easy
No
No
No 

Monday, March 2, 2009

Last Call

Your trumpets roar as I rumble
Your fools dressed in underpaid labor
Swing their mighty pens
And hide behind their TV screens

While I gather my masses
Us unwashed and unfed
As we stare with vacant eyes
And deny your sinner's lies

It is my last call to you
Please drop your dignity
And realize our poverty
We ain't going to wait any more

You say you can't hear me
Maybe you can't
Your trumpets scream
Your leaders want our blood

If we are invisible
How come you can stand on us?
If we are weak
How come we can resist?

That is the Last Call
So pack your bags
And give us some rest
From your crushing feet