Golden Cages

If life is a dream
then I must still be seating by the edge of my bed
dreaming that I stand alone under the rain
if life is a dream, then i must still be standing
by my window on Folsom Street
just watching life pass me by
thinking...

the day looks just fine from here
it even seems unusually clear
there are no people on the street
is mid morning
and everybody is busy
chasing a dream
struggling to make the rent
stressing to find the secret of success
satisfied with having a thousand face book friends...
denying that we are so alone
severed from the very source of life
we are too alone
in our designated spaces
and we are drowning in our plastic bags
we poison the air that we breathe
we move feces with the water that we'll drink
we criminalize the hand that feeds us and
we find it fun to kill

from here we watch the world falling apart all around us
from behind the comfort of our coffee cups
and we hail the revolutions that we long to be a part of
but we don't dare leave the couch
our pretty leash, our dogie treats
our fantasies and our addictions if you please
our consuming habits and our ancestral guilt

we are so alone behind our public faces
projecting the ideal image of ourselves
we are too damn lonely behind our educated trenches
defending and preserving philosophies that have already failed
the economy of extraction,
world wide degradation and mass distraction
bowing to the patriot and his deadly masquerade.

but even though there is blood in our hands
even though all this horror in our name
oh, how we long to forgive ourselves
and to be humble enough to as for forgiveness
to all the people whose skin is the color of the earth
please forgive us
Palestine, Afghanistan, Pakistan
Iraq, Korea, Mexico, Colombia Japan,
Please forgive us
Somalia, Libia, Zimbabwe
Guatemala, Nicaragua, Chile, El Salvador,
please forgive us
for this terrible legacy, this manifest destiny,
Please forgive us
because we long to forgive ourselves
tonight.