Their Song

As morning blue begins to rise, curious day awaits
While anxious hands do push aside all those who hesitate
When evening comes again we’ll see how it begins and then
With folded hands we’ll close the day and lock it in amen

Torrid shouts equality in boisterous cascades
That rise among the chosen few and echoes as it fades
Into the cause of middle age as temperament hits ground
And all hands soon abandon ship rather than be drowned

The torch on innocence is passed but the fire wanes
As if to say the warmth of it gives out more than it gains
Truth be told the world it comes and goes without a need
The Earth knows no real difference from flower or from weed

It looks as if this deed that’s done makes not a ripple there
When power hungry boulders fly into the tepid air
To crash upon the surface where so many boats abound
Its waves crash violently ashore and make a frightful sound

Turning to the west we find there is no comfort in
The myriad of platitudes when rhetoric wears thin
It’s all about the servicing of needs we do not share
Triumph lights the sky ablaze but me, I do not care

So go about your business, without a second thought
On how your circumstance in life was ultimately bought
Just try to smile while others sit and wonder what went wrong
With the dream American, with their life, and their song.