There's A Song
There's a song
Somewhere
In there:
Deep down at
The bottom
Of the hour,
Where your
Too tired to sleep
And
Too awake to move.
Where the
Miscellaneous
Music of pennies
Sliding
Slot machines
Sounds out
A
Rapture
Of the soul
As people
Roll
And
Tumble
For fortune and fame.
Seeking
Different tunes
Then the
Sounds they've
Heard their entire lives
Trying to escape
Escape
Escape
The rat races
That we'll always know
And trying to buy that ticket
To their broadway show
With dice
Or drugs.
There's a song
Though
Somewhere
In there
Hiding in corners
Pushed back
Way back
Where we bury our
Dreams
In order to
Live that
Job
For the upper
Crust
Just so we can
Afford that
White coated
Self suicide,
In systems where
we put
Our minds
On
The rack.
Suffocating
In the smokes
And tonics
And prescribed pills
To numb
This
Harsh
Reality
That we've built
For ourselves.
But even still
There's a song
Somewhere
In there
Being played in
Cages
Where we still
Hold those
Wildest
Of
Dreams.
This poem is about:
My country
Our world
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