Benjibopper

Cash sang a lot about jail
the long term kind without bail
Those paying for sins part theirs part ours
men and women at extremes
under the American dream
fermented and left out to go sour

But is not America in itself a chimera?
What fools thought they could tame what God made
on the backs of Africans and by theft of Indians
pretending men are equally made
Blood's slippery foundation
built many a strong nation
only to see it fall after rise
America is not new
nor sins its powerful do
It won't be the last corpse to breed flies

Power is a psychosis
All the world ought to know this
Pinochet Amin Seko and Bush
The most powerful men
are doing all that they can
Pushing all the buttons they can push
and on a much smaller scale
killing sprees by men on bail
while bystanders get an injection

Vengeance spreads like a disease
the pesticides in the trees
root in our hearts as an infection
but it's time and time again
powerless women and men
receive discipline and punishment
It's delivered as jail time
a career ladder to climb
either form equates shoes of cement

Seems Cash was a lucky man
Besides his millions of fans
he believed - was able - to speak truth
His religion did decree
That the truth shall set you free
and he took likelihood over proof
Not that religion is key
though wise is humility
salvation need not come after death

There are human qualities
That could save us - set us free
Humbly we learn secrets of the depths
Imagine how freedom feels
dancing out in sunlight squeals
using our true gifts working with friends
In this ancient place I walk
on a geologic clock
that's just the means folks used to meet ends

You can think it in your head
or else use your gut instead
these things will tell you what's right
and if we use all our skill
and if we focus all our will
we can make societies work right

The jails will crumble and fall
and so we'll end office stalls
No longer will we cower in fear
Dictators will be reduced
to harmless psychos cut loose
but we'll welcome their antics with cheer
and a peace flame will be fired
commemorating desire
for ever flattened hierarchy

The poor will climb up higher
C E O s will be rehired
to build homes for guys in factories
Farmers will earn vacation
for having fed all nations
since the fertile crescent got big press

We'll all dance in hopes of rain
as God takes control again
we'll remember that gods do it best
With human diversity
and biodiversity
cooperation over control
Cash's truth will prevail then
No more slaves human or hen
Smoke will clear - life will spring from this hole

Labels: Poetry