DIVISION
the paint is peeling<br>
on this world of ours<br>
i see the nicks<br>
and the battle scars<br>
stones were thrown<br>
with careless aim<br>
my pain is real<br>
when you have no shame<br>
i saw you draw<br>
a mighty sword<br>
like no other<br>
i had seen before<br>
you sliced the air<br>
with a fatal blow<br>
tell me where did all<br>
the bluebirds go<br>
i saw you draw<br>
lines in the sand<br>
that divided this<br>
united land<br>
then watched you turn<br>
your blinded eyes<br>
every time <br>
you realised<br>
that i saw you draw<br>
the corporate plan<br>
with ill regard<br>
for the working man<br>
now the rich get richer<br>
and toast in cheer<br>
while the middle class<br>
has disappeared<br>
i saw you draw<br>
a hopscotch square<br>
for the pretty children<br>
living there<br>
on sidewalks colored<br>
in pastel chalk<br>
children went inside<br>
but had no walls<br>
i saw you draw<br>
the curtain tight<br>
every time <br>
you saw the light<br>
or heard the words<br>
of my feeble voice<br>
i saw you turn<br>
with no remorse<br>
the paint is peeling<br>
on this world of ours<br>
until i see the nicks<br>
and the battle scars<br>
i don't see the vision<br>
as you saw it<br>
but i know its yours<br>
i saw you draw it<br>
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(c)8/28/01 Gann Dalph
