The State of Things

Well this mountain is crumblin';
I got my snowshoes on,
And my predecessor's fumblin'.
I gotta catch 'em as I fall.
It ain't enough to be bloody,
You gotta scrape to the bone,
While the doctor needs his money.
What a predatory wall...

Well the smokestacks keep spewin’;

They’re coughin’ up a lung.

This degradation’s fuelin’,

All the ones that we call young.

Pills poppin’, get to chewin’--

They work faster that way.

Sublimental creepin’ stipend,

That the fearful force to pay.

Well this river’s runnin’ crimson;

I’ve been drinking from the mouth.

Choking on this indecision,

Seein’ things are headin’ south.

Now, when will we learn this lesson;

I try to fill this empty cup.

Delete these tyrants from my vision,

Bat an eye and sober up.

Cut the act, now, little child;

Reach to soul and sing it loud.

Sedate this noise pollution.

Kill corruption--do us proud.