ol' Iron Tracks

never mind the thought train headlight

dropping cross bar and the flashing red light

next time minds whistle blows, know to look twice

like a raven on the road, noise come, took flight

look I wrote the book right, stuck to it like cooked rice

core of me is castle-like, across the board like a rook might

heart sings a Owls cry that spooks mice, dead-tree stoop to skies

not a who's who with pea-shooter-guys, singing anthems

tuned to the youth demise, like a canned ham hoof in the loaf surprise

{thats a foot where the food goes} toes tapping treble hits on your toothy smile

your walk met your talk found the gap was wide, no lie

in just trying to get by I found life, in the deep night where i seen sky

orion arched back, shooting arrows to the future, armed for further fights

a charm to nurture life, blessing and burden to engage in doing right

failure's ever present, built a structure that illuminates with light

accumulates hands for the fight, building legs that both move/ and stand for what's right

more than just Handle life, talkin' might from shared plight,

clear sight through myriad fears instilled by

the owning class whose rule, on humanity is ill blight

 

when its harvest time, a rotten tuber collected and stored,

like profits influence ignored, can ruin many dinners doin's

with greed we spoil from inside, keep watch from first step forward

so as more of the poor are pushed to the wage floor,

politics is a game where there pulled off by a cane from a stage door,

whose tables would be flipped if Jesus came back and

let the rage soar

 

a nations wealth passed to rich while More get poor and the rest get more poor

Three jobs; new norm, rent costs; first born, and hollywood blockbusters the most violent porn

while the sons, broke of hope, help and homes find guns,

and then headlines as fabric of society's torn asund-er,

no wonder we try to purchase some safety (cards that pull us under,)

bills vs. paycheck clap thunder

drenched in the rain of low wage pain, no gain, under constant strain

dignity lost to boss is the refrain isn't it awesome we're all so tame,

while shameless exploiters exclude and abuse for their gain

if the routines the same and we expect different, we're textbook insane

the rain can clear, with faith lost in false gods, named boss or the cross that

we bear, no profits to share / building and breaking for the holders of shares

hope you notice the glares, cuz the rich keep the poor there by social snares

cloaked and uncloaked collecters of tolls and fares, if you hold nothing you can still

hold despair, they can keep your fingers bulging with only that right there

 

Know that's where. like a Coda to go back there, thoughts spiral and go down stairs

to the cellar and furnace with its coal black stare,

to burn all i've earned, Joker's gran acte le guerre

the system talks promises with toxic air, all broken

result is, the townfolks crying and choking

defiant, i'm invoking the past unspoken, til we

call out the wolf in sheeps clothing,

don't close your spiral bound just keep noting

the wealthy win, the state steps in the rules golden

there's no revolving door it's the same building. maaaaan!

banks, think-tanks, high-ranks, make killings

patent protection on meds: keep the poor from healing

no borders for cash but for children, every clash sends us back

so we're always rebuilding, they blast holes we refill them,

til when will we only know a knees bend, which part of our heart

will we defend, can we be women and be men? For a life more

than just a weekend, we were born with one breath in the deep end

we gotta surface, nervous kicking before a black out seeps in

against assured death our reason, our fight for life to begin