When I was a child I had a head-ache that never went away

I rode my bike to bohemian grove to see if they would pray

For me & help my headache finally go away, after-all it hurt

But they laid me on an alter beside  a giant stone owl and cut

Out my heart to serve for lunch with the devil ~ & they reign &

they rule & they rain down on u, mama, in Jesus name they prey

on the likes of u & me like we were the body & the blood carrion

I wish u could have seen me there beside the owl, I didn’t cry  mom

Somehow I knew it was futile to feel anything at all but sorrow for you

The earth & the oceans’ tide never can get a moments rest, rejuvenating

From th tyrants & their kingdom of the retched bean counter parade o

Nonchalance & pragmatics on vacation from the status quo machine

All the day long we laughed about the little things and ate well  and

Played games beside the water flora  that once looked greener as

Our  eyes  once shone brighter when  talking  amongst ourselves  

How long has it been since we really talked amongst ourselves?

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