The Dust Bowl

I listen to the world sigh
as half the population walks
and half the population dies
There's radiation in the iris
and starvation in the shadow
still I drive away
in a pride only the rich can afford

We sleep late, and we're
late for another breath
breeding victory gardens
while the world's still bleeding its misery

I got sick and threw up
on my new suit,
complained about cold food
and the ice in my martini has melted
[but my martini doesn't taste like tears]
I drank myself to a stupor
and complained about lost years
Nothings the same, but still I blame
the wild child, the evil and the poor

who choke on the ashes---I fail to care
really, who's over there, drowning

Still, the presidents drown in my pocket
I give them money and they forget
the dust bowl on the map
until it becomes a fading ancient painting
and another propaganda war
a campaign for a dollar a day

[because that's what the world can live on]

We go on and taste our dirty wine
the taste of alcohol leaves them behind

the scavengers eat barbed wire
and cut their souls
spit their innocence
and bleed rust from the wounds
Another baby dies
in the arms of dust

I think where we are
is where we belong
Apathy is a salvation
Who cares when its not our problem

They don't drown in me
they don't drown in me
they don't


drown for me