Born

Born

A name in the name of God does all man define
The meaning of believing that who we left behind
Can pick up their feet from the dust and the snow
And to help us show the world who they are.

Omnipresent opalescent ghost of a shell
Of what used to be called religion
The decision to decide for ourselves
What truth looks like to us.

Pages of a televised interpretation
Clutter the determination of the powerful
Men .
Towers of marble contempt shadow the true importance;
Home in a cart on wheels, warming hand and hearts over dirty barrels
But the true inhabitant remains

When will you decide what is right?
When will you know? Are you different than me?
When will you know that he is here?
Among the poor sleeps the core of all that means
Anything and everything to man

Sleeps the gentle beast amid the feathers of pigeons and doves
The Wall Street Journal lines his bed
Corporate titans fill the gilded pages
With old word versions of the modern ages

But over the titans lives the government god
The thing that rears its ugly head
Spreads its wings to cover the dead
People that litter the curb
And spill blood into my drinking water

So when will you decide? Decide to resolve to re-evolve
This planet of greed, to ungrow the tree and unplant the seed.
To give birth to a life guaranteed to be different
Than now or tomorrow ever will be
Wait to see what it will become
A real child born of the free.