Tell me
Can anyone tell me
Just where we are going
Aside from the grave?
Show me
Can anyone show me
For all of our killing
Are we not more enslaved?
We thought we chose the righteous path
In the 9/11 aftermath
But we never thought to hold our hand
Until we learned the lay of the land
You find yourself alone at last
With a bureaucratic psychopath
He's only doing what he's told
There's just no way to break the mold
The hopelessness we gave the rest
Now coming down our way
Because of what we’ve done so long
Karma will have its say
Freedom cannot come for one
Unless it comes for all
Divide and conquer strategies
Are leading to a fall
We better hope that Jesus saves
When it comes the time to free his slaves
I just don’t know what’s heaven-sent
For those whose sins they won’t admit
Tell me
Can anyone tell me
Just where we are going
Aside from the grave?
Show me
Can anyone show me
For all of our killing
Are we not more enslaved?
2 comments:
Man, this is beautiful.
It speaks to a hopelessness I have not been wanting to admit about humanity waking up and standing up for the planet and each other.
Adaline,
You need look no further than how your family and those once your friends now treat you to know how bad it has become.
Speaking for myself, whatever sins I have committed I have paid for myself, I need no Savior. It’s our turn now to see what we’re made of and to stand before what we chose to follow at such great expense.
The hopelessness is not ours; it’s theirs.
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