When you're living in the streets
You are "the homeless", By cops you are beat
Serving only the criminally rich "Henchmen for the ruling class"
Isn't life an itch?
Developers by greed hold sway
Isn't there a better way?
I remember when streets were safe
And elders held a respected place
Children had safe places to play
And art and music filled our days
The storyteller's songs were more valued than gold
Ancient melodies with love untold!
Now America serves a golden calf
Guns, Oil, and Drugs
Those who care seem to come last.
When will the beast end his rage?
Not until he sees the Ancient of Days!