Round town seems so long ago.. how many years.. of fear..
Come down here nothing clear blood runs out heart-sung tears..
Weather times when lies of climes seen by each sighted child..
Old Blues.. Opera.. cannot stop each child got something wild..
‘Give them voice behind a screen’.. seems I can hear them say..
Common way.. hide after play.. comments of ‘race’ and ‘gay’..
Then we dumb ’em down who gives a damn? you racist crew..
Not a word.. let them deny.. truth sure stops what we do’..
They make it bigger.. little piggers loud behind their gums..
Force a hand.. take youthful glands.. yell stories of great bums..
Still we species as we reach for what can never be.. reason comes for hope when seeking equal.. seeking free..
Brothers any others.. sisters can you lend your view.. the mirror is most maligned blocks each sense of you..
Morning is a certain.. whether home style or a rave.. your mirror cries to know you.. take it to your special cave..
Words written by these hands.. words sung by my voice.. laughs a love for every living thing rings free each choice..
Ice from eaves of madness peace warms my fireplace.. inside you get to meet someone who lives behind your face..
‘in expression of necessary cynicism.. Still.. I find hope in internationally known scientists addressing the long known fact of global warming to and through the United Nations.. a lot more thoughtful and effective than simple.. stupid denial’..