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 god=
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!