The Deep South

June 23, 2015

The dim lights
Illuminated the dank
Run down watering hole
Located in the heart
Of the deep south
Sitting with his worn heels
Propped right up
On the old brass rail
Long tarnished
By years of neglect
Sat the bar stool prophet
Sipping a plain brown bottle
Of some three percent poison
Pondering possible purpose
Never forgetting the issues he’d seen.
“This South Carolina business
Is no different than it’s ever been
The south still thinks the red flag
Is a symbol of pride and power
Not of problems and persecutions.
Until the people down here stop
Thinking they won the revolution
And start realising we need to accept people
As just that,
They will never really change.
The community of good, noble, southerners
Who really believe in helping their neighbour
Regardless of race, religion, or really anything
Will remain a staunch minority
Until we start educating our children
And our children’s children
How to be tolerant and accepting.
Until that happens,
The south will stay the south
And the hate will still boil over.
But what do I know,
I’m just another wanderer
Sipping my brown bottle
And blowing my steam”

Misplaced Youth

March 2, 2012

I should have known
They were bad news
With their German heir
And cheap parted hair
All their Fühler talk
And foolish goose walk

Oh I should have known
They were bad to the bone
With their wunderbar
And that terrible scar
The swastika on hand
Their iron fists in the sand

Oh how could I not see
Their demons weren’t for me
Water board or not
Wouldn’t talk if they got caught
Their playground secrets tight
Bounded by third reich

Damn it! I should have seen it
They really did mean it
With their deadly void eyes
Cheap gimmicks and fake alibis
Their photos in the news
For killing those poor Jews

Oh how is it I didn’t know
They were lower than low
I guess I was just a boy
Thought myself rather coy
Not for their German way
But I did want to play

If only I had known
I could have picked up the phone
Called in their evil plot
Surely they’d be caught
With those foolish mustaches
And they’d get all their lashes

But I was but a boy
And was really not so coy
So they committed their crime
And now are serving time
If only I had known.
If only I had known.

What is this place?

September 20, 2010

What is this place?
So far askew
We call it safe
But what’s your view?

What is this place?
So dark and cold
If we change the pace
Will it not get old?

What is this place?
In every mind, body and soul
You show in your face
That it is taking a toll

What is this place?
So far from its start
We are one race
We share one heart.