I come from a place Where apathy is an option, not a result Of bi-polar post-traumatic stress disorder Distress by order – of a plan conceived by so few For so many
After all, What people would risk a fight? Whose children are the ones who tip-toe through the night? Seeking vengeance for a man Sleeping soundly three worlds away Seeping in intelligence he must know what they’d say *what would they say?
So when the rich man drops the ball Why does it land on the poor man’s toe? It’s ‘cause the rich man is on the poor man’s back but poor man doesn’t seem to know Or care Calmly signing the deed to his whole life To prop up a system that’s the reason for his strife He’s part of the Royal American Family – he is regal But don’t worry hon, It’s all legal
the Apathetic
Course, if it wasn’t We’d just change the rules Make a white flag out of a gun You don’t need to swing the bat if a strike-out makes a run You don’t need to prove yourself if a loss looks like a win You can be apathetic if the powerful are your friends But it’s still a choice Justified by privilege, cleverly fettered Aren’t the ones in charge supposed to know better?
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Ballad for
- Josiah Proietti
They know better by their wallets There’s no gold in the golden rule But there’s money in the Greenhouse, and all of its effects With a profit margin here and from the bottom line there The poverty nation poor house erects Like the rich man’s hard on Stroked up by an international frat party Uh-huh! Ooooooh uh huh huh huh Hey buddy Who taught you the golden rule? Was it, “do on to others exactly as you’d like to”? Or was it, “if you’re not with U.S. you’re with them”? Though I am sure it was in a Sunday school lesson Before the good doctor took the whole country to school And was raised like a multi-colored weed Or preaching what your Sunday school teachers failed to heed If I have to choose between fear and anger I choose anger