Waiting for You …

In the land of many ills

There’ll always be the one

That’s listening to the voices

(The ones nobody else can hear),

Where grain costs more as liquid –

In the city where rock is

Melted for gain and steel is

Twisted by prophets.

The beautiful green lady,

Standing tall against the rage

Lies to some, lies with others.

Dollars talk to heal the rich

While laughter kills those

Who cannot afford more.

Those you sign papers for

May be the ones waiting for

You to turn your back.