Will-o'-The-Wisps

Can you hear the children crying
While mothers beat fathers
With greed and insecurity

Can you see the brothers fighting
While sisters slice at rotted wrists
And friends shoot guns,
Destroy all meaning
And words become nothing
In the petty dusts

Can you see the families falling apart
While mothers kill sons
And daughters blame fathers
For their "not so pretty"
faces
Torn apart by gross exaggerations
And white lies like pimples
On their all-too-important
Skins

Can you see the dictatorships
Cutting into the crust shell
Of our souls -- our planet
Crying out its last breath
Dying for the sins of generations
Of men, brothers, women, sisters
Siblings run-a-muck
On the microchip hypnosis
Little symbolism controlling media minds
With pretty words and propaganda
On your last chance for hopes and dreams
Calling out to your inhibitions
  Your aspirations reply
To hate those whom aspire to be free
With power, money, on insecurity

And can you hear the children crying
When medication costs too much
To cure the illness that keeps biting back
As cancer grips the dying soul
Of some phish-posh alcoholic crybaby hush-a-bye
All that echoes through the mists
Is the melancholy sweet sound
Of brothers fighting for sport opposed to selfish desires
And the bittersweet eerie echoes
Of children
    Laughing