The Mix Up of Man

Tending to the sick and the poor
we listen and never read
twist and turn fitting through every crevice to check for any problems
spoken like a true gentleman
gentle is the word
taking each step step by step
healing sickness and fixing joints of a puppet can give us such joy
brown to black we become confused
which way we should lend a hand and how we know it's all working out
taking the advice and pray it is true
one way or another we read the papers to find out the hypocrisy that surrounds our homes
telling us the words of synchronized movements in the water in the rooms we think are empty
eyes and ears in your walls
apparently is the word we use to say we heard or read
yet we break to say a parent lie is a parent that dies inside
crooked teeth and cape of gold is a symbol
what we perceive it as seems to incorrect until the ink is placed
on paper or in blood
it becomes the same as the river of the Nile
Thames couldn't compare
with the history we apparently have
only 2000 years exist yet the clothes that cover us differ
we became the same ad we were 2000 years back
riding from one to another til we find the one we stand by and hold the horse that lead you there
we never listen and we fall to our knees
listen please not to me or the words that leak
the wind says more than any man could
from every corner of the world
it has been there and can tell a story
of a man or insect
it has more feeling than any feeling we call love these days
the film that lights up the screen
can give us a window yet bend reality
dreams of dreams upon fake fate of philosophy
but they never understand the real times of pride and honour
are you willing to
to give and take that which gives you power to stand and fight
for what you understand and here
on the brink of war
expendable
thats all we all are...