Wasteland today. Hope tomorrow. |
It's a crowded place in the land of waste. Some are still here and others lay cased. In a cynical world with so much disgrace, An even exchange will give you a taste. Tick, tock. Puff, pass. Eight years old and smoking the grass. Where were the parents a lot of you ask? Don't be surprised if he got it in class. Tick, tock. Drip, drop. The cartels race around the clock. They drop off their rocks on our governor's watch. Perhaps he was there calling the shots. Nothing is pure in this professional tenure. We can take a tour if you're not really sure. Consider this the wake up brochure. Listen here if you're really mature! The elegance of life has gone up in smoke. Nicotine sales cause the young to die broke. Some think it's a game, like a practical joke. The shortness of breathe and the holes in your throat. Our sons and daughters continuously dabble, With narcotics that not even a god could handle. I've seen young girls entirely dismantled, We can talk descriptive. I can even be factual. And what of this dismal and lingering spite? Red blood is bled by both black and white! Are "please" and "thank you" too forthright? Whatever happened to being polite? Please explain why peace is ignored, And why so many souls perish at war. Spare me the pride. I do implore, For you to take what's rightfully yours. Life is a gift and if given the chance, Don't save it all for the very last dance. You might make a difference by taking a stance. Maybe your soul mate is located in France. Savor the air. Why not run a mile? Be proud of your own vivacious style. Embellish in that it's all worthwhile. Our time is short so please try to smile. |