Modest Dreams

People say, the only way to gain power,

Is to grab and devour, stab when men cower,

But now you're empowered, that man can encounter,

A heartfelt hour downtown and since our

Monopolies can topple the economies,

The fallen leaves rot and these wannabees,

like olive trees, sprout out ungodly quantities

of bullets and misogynies and chopping trees

won't help where peace cannot perceive,

where armed police have policies

and hope for violent prophecies

and those between, the problem seems,

lose it all in front of slot machines that harbour common dreams

the cost of these wants and needs,

are rotten teeth and modest means,

are deemed as keen anomalies

that commonly are on the ski

 

Yeah, and I want a change,

A tame way to gauge wage,

Or engage, and what's strange,

Is the fate of their age,

is less strange than backstage,

where web page after page,

hates and flames a sex change,

but that ain't fair,

Note what I state there,

A Late Prayer's lame care,

Won't dare to break stare of aim where

a thing rare, pulls a abuse with a noose there.

That just makes the blame bare

And people need to grow a pair.

People need to grow a pair.

The blame's there:

A pair.

Grow a pair.

Yeah.