crows in an empty field
not the idea
but the fact of it
the sky with a
beginning and an end
the earth moving
beneath your feet and thick with
the bones of indians and
slaves
anywhere
whatever day it is in
whatever year
and all of the unpaid bills that
keep you tied to this life
all of the people you've hurt
who'd like to see you dead
the names you've forgotten and
the lovers you've betrayed
and the trees all bare
the sound of the freeway
the smell of cold engines
going to rust
of the rivers filled
with oil and sludge
america at this exact moment
a woman beaten unconscious
and left in the closet of a burning house
and the simple fact that i've
outlived cobain
have outlived christ and
that i refuse to die like pilate
and what about this
eighteen year old girl naked
except for a string of pearls?
how many wars are you
willing to wage to own her?
not action
but the act of demanding it
from others
all of these young men shot dead
for reasons that have more
to do with money than freedom
all of these songs with
words but no meaning
it was never enough
just knowing how to hate
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