EGOS, WALLETS AND GUNS
Boarding the jet for Shannon, Ireland; Leaving behind the USA
I count my fortune that I came to dwell
In a land whose values have delayed, the arrival of:
EGOs, WALLETS & GUNS
Life in the fast lane
Three winters now I'm settled in, a cottage out on Galway Bay
All around I feel the buzz of life: cattle grazing in the December rain.
But rains can't wash away:
They can poison this whole world
'Cause when I look around, I see them everywhere:
Movies, magazines, TV
Oval Office, Corporate Suite, and the Pentagon:
This Mass Culture Trinity
The messiahs of :
The media profits from:
Though now I have found this living place,
My heart still bears a residue
Of the values of my homeland's race
I wonder can I start anew, ‘cause I grew up with:
How long will they haunt me?
But I take comfort in the fall of Rome;
I believe this age of darkness must end too.
When the affluent but unfulfilled,
Give-up on greed that's been our ruin,
When we turn our backs on:
When the world stops buying:
When we all tune out on:
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