Money for Mud
written by: TM Arko
@terry.arko
The Homeless are dying
Starving in the streets
But they only want money for mud
The young are being taken
Into heroin’s evil land
But they only want money for mud
Mud they can stir
With malice and hate
Mud they can spread through the streets
Mud they can sell
To seal the blind eyes
And the ears of those who won’t hear
Innocence is murdered
In the early daylight
But they only want money for mud
The hands of injustice
Steal our jobs and our food
But they only want money for mud
More mud
To deceive us and cover our hearts
With the thick crusted veil of neglect
Barefooted children
Walk life’s crushed glass paths
But they only want money for mud
The winds of hopeless abandon
Blow a chill through our souls
But they only want money for mud
The mud of their words
The mud of their lies
Pumped out through the TV screens
Freezing our tears and clogging our minds
With confusion and unwanted fears
The blood of our future
Flows through the world
While the masters of war rage and kill
And we raise our voices
To heal and to love
But they only want money for mud
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
Turn off the TV and raise your voices to heal and to love
- The Pain That Revisits - April 25, 2019
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- What Vincent Would Paint - March 11, 2019
