Can you see what I see?
Plagued history taught in schools,
expensive things killed for then stolen by fools,
one has to know the rules before they can be broken.
Can you see what I see?
Out on a blue planet thats become stagnant and full,
strangers with hands that push and pull,
sending their seeds across nation after nation,
a species of hostility on a permanent migration,
a carnival of warfare possessed by the few,
ballistic barkers and the channel nine crew, all those in theory,
all those in practice,
all who free us,
and all who catch us,
unaware of the logic that never was,
lying and cheating simply because they can.
Can you see what I see?
America affixed and becomes another ratio, I'm talking about the natives,
the wallmounts,
the ghettos,
America the hungry, the surprised, the complacent, the land in which everyone is a percent and everything is spent, on broadcasts,
on street corner sites,
on table tops,
on graveyards,
on celebrity fights,
on prisons,
on criminals,
on digital screens,
on armies,
on weapons,
on the presidents dreams,
on wastelands, on cars, on satellite visions, on broadway, on commodity,
on judges decisions, on luxury, on misery, on everything sold, on life and death,
we are told we are bold,
cold is all that we are.
Anthony T. Duran 1996