Decoupage

Your faith’s gone, love’s lost, hope died. There’s so much anger implied. There’s wasteland in your inside. Your head spins, ears ache, mouth dry. Your word said, lies told, no pride. The time has come now to decide. There’s so much unsaid you hide. Your smiles faked, soul ached, mind cried. Counting time that you bide. At life’s end fake friends deride. There’s wasteland in your inside.

You only saw what you wanted to see. You only became the things that you said you would never be. You should have fought while you still had the chance. But now your life is a lie where you jump when they call the dance.

In the wasteland, treading quicksand.

Everything you hear and see hammers home a new reality …wishing things were how they used to be. Everything they say and do blaming folks who think or look like you. Make a plan to leave this land today.

Another country Always in your mind Another country Another one behind

Everyone you ever knew far away and calling out to you. Wondering what there is that you can do. Find a home and find a job. Find a way to dodge the mindless mob saying here there is no home for you.

Here - where they welcomed you Here - it can happen too

On the screen and on the street, growing anger driving up the heat. Blaming folks who dress or pray like you. Nothing starts except to end. Everything that ends begins again. Another country looms ahead again.

Laugh if you want, but you know the joke’s on you. Doubt if you like, but deep down you know it’s true.