Are We Crackers

Are We Crackers

Is our earth really in trouble or just
cracked up the middle, people starve
in Rome now without so much as a
squealing fiddle,
We invented money but can’t
spend what we got, had an honest
singer once but he went and got shot.

We never chase the rich for the
money that they owe, seems they
always have lawyers now, to look
after their dough.

We repeatedly stand at the cliffs edge,
never turning from our peril, the truth
seems to be hidden, or lost in a referral.
Like is Africa just a continent or a country
of living people, is the hope they need
sunk or buried under the needs of a church
steeple.
What to you is more important, the
repairs to a house of a never seen god.
Or hungry starving children, that I even
need to ask this, to me seems rather odd.

Money men follow markets that fly off
like startled birds, politicians give the
poor nothing but austerity and hollow
overused words. Have we really left the
caves our ancestors used to paint, is the
cave now our houses re-mortgaged to
look quaint.

I know this may seem funny
but I often cry when I write, angry at the
poor, wishing they’d stand up and
bloody fight. And all those men of god
who continue with the lie, the meek shall
inherit this earth but only when they die.

Do we have to follow the scriptures written
in that overstated bible. With so many
different interpretations leading to wars,
as the faithful turn out tribal. Don’t ask
me for the answer that I should later
then refute. But in the past we lived
in communes, before someone invented LOOT..