June 24: The Growing Canyon

I know that
All men are created equal
Yet I constantly find
Separated people

The rain falls on the rich
And the poor
Yet the rich get away with
What the poor go to jail for

There's a canyon growing
A wider and wider gap
Between those who have
And those that lack

In that daily paper
Entertainment we find
Not in the celebrity
But in the disenfranchised

As the fiddle song plays
The great dance and scourge
The fire grows stronger
Leaving hope burned
The smoke rises high
The signal of demise
The time for cowards passed

For the low
The scraps we throw
We say, "It could be worse,
I hope you know."

For those who think
They've risen above that line
Beware the marionette strings
That'll be cut at any time

As the fiddle song plays
The great dance and scourge
The fire grows stronger
Leaving hope burned
The smoke rises high
The signal of demise
The time for cowards passed

For the ones at the top
A drought of satisfaction
The gathering of techno stones
Are empty accumulation

As the fiddle song plays
The great dance and scourge
The fire grows stronger
Leaving hope burned
The smoke rises high
The signal of demise
The time for cowards passed