Bodies littering street corner memories
Shine through our reverie.
United we stand.
Is this what it fucking took?
Some desert-dwelling family crook
To tear off a chunk of land.
And make all the souls that it harbored but meat
That would soon become bland and decompose to some sand for the street?
A Holiday
For all to pray.
A solid day
For all to praise.
United... United...
A word no one still even knows...
Disintegrated masses
Just know of another special event -
This one makes them sing a song so morose.
For Christmas, to this very date
Knows of presents, not blessings.
And Easter has since boiled down
To an egg for the kids and a keg for the Bigs
A picnic basket... some cigs and pies...
And a quilted blanket
To lay on our eyes...