A spin to the Acid of the Nation
Hold my arm like a drug attic
Squeeze above the elbow, watch the veins pulse
And shoot me up with the sweet substance of life.
It's not the singer that matters.. it's the fabric of the song
Something to qualify your life, and the way it lives you.
It replays on your eyelids.
We cannot serve your kind here.
The classifieds have only empty words to loan.
So you flirt with the dark side of the moon
Its the reality that has me in the shadow of things
Feeling the effects of this acid rain pour onto my skin,
I assure myself - I know my part.
The skins, the Japs, what's the difference?
Life kills my heart - strains it to its last string
When we start to dissect people we chop our liberty with it..
The hatred that lives within people,
Is incomprehensible.
I have gotten carried away,
I am empty to these souls of a different voice.
Screaming out my liberty as I hit reality.
So if I gain my piece of mind,
And lose my friends.. what have I have really gained?
What kind of man will I grow to be?
When I woo the spectators to look for a meaning to this racism,
Yes, I said it.
Racism.
The Vanity chases after them.
And the word speaks for it self, and eats so many people alive.
We are a kaleidoscope of people - in part, and whole, a nation.
Undivided by race or belief.
But who I am to say there isn't a double standard?
It makes no sound,
Yet can rupture a kidney,
Distend a pain,
Generate evil in the goodness of the people
You will never shut me down.
Is there a cure to this virus that spreads on the vermin of the nation?
Racism feeds on people.
I am proud to be an American.
I know I am free- only here, and if other countries take part,
In crashing the glass globe of our world,
We will pick it up, and mend to it.
Because in all of the glass, and blood - we will see one thing
One color.
Red.
If it takes a tragedy to make millions realize their demise, so be it.
Stop the hate, one person at a time.
It is a showdown, with education, and fools.
Wide awake I sleep and dream of a better world.
I miss blindness so much, that I search for it.
I yearn for it.
You are the only thing that rings clearly in this fog of despise.
Lord, help me smile, and the world realize its damned to suicide
For if it doesn't change things from the way they are, we all shall take part in fate.
So I shall take my fall and round up the locals,
To hear the spin on the same old story.
Poem by J.A.D. © 2002
Hold my arm like a drug attic
Squeeze above the elbow, watch the veins pulse
And shoot me up with the sweet substance of life.
It's not the singer that matters.. it's the fabric of the song
Something to qualify your life, and the way it lives you.
It replays on your eyelids.
We cannot serve your kind here.
The classifieds have only empty words to loan.
So you flirt with the dark side of the moon
Its the reality that has me in the shadow of things
Feeling the effects of this acid rain pour onto my skin,
I assure myself - I know my part.
The skins, the Japs, what's the difference?
Life kills my heart - strains it to its last string
When we start to dissect people we chop our liberty with it..
The hatred that lives within people,
Is incomprehensible.
I have gotten carried away,
I am empty to these souls of a different voice.
Screaming out my liberty as I hit reality.
So if I gain my piece of mind,
And lose my friends.. what have I have really gained?
What kind of man will I grow to be?
When I woo the spectators to look for a meaning to this racism,
Yes, I said it.
Racism.
The Vanity chases after them.
And the word speaks for it self, and eats so many people alive.
We are a kaleidoscope of people - in part, and whole, a nation.
Undivided by race or belief.
But who I am to say there isn't a double standard?
It makes no sound,
Yet can rupture a kidney,
Distend a pain,
Generate evil in the goodness of the people
You will never shut me down.
Is there a cure to this virus that spreads on the vermin of the nation?
Racism feeds on people.
I am proud to be an American.
I know I am free- only here, and if other countries take part,
In crashing the glass globe of our world,
We will pick it up, and mend to it.
Because in all of the glass, and blood - we will see one thing
One color.
Red.
If it takes a tragedy to make millions realize their demise, so be it.
Stop the hate, one person at a time.
It is a showdown, with education, and fools.
Wide awake I sleep and dream of a better world.
I miss blindness so much, that I search for it.
I yearn for it.
You are the only thing that rings clearly in this fog of despise.
Lord, help me smile, and the world realize its damned to suicide
For if it doesn't change things from the way they are, we all shall take part in fate.
So I shall take my fall and round up the locals,
To hear the spin on the same old story.
Poem by J.A.D. © 2002
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