3pm on the corner of Ponce de Leon
One mile from the APD, what do you see going on?
A pair of star-crossed muggers closing in
Running down back alley streets to dead beats
Getaway cars stall, hideout in Piedmont mall
Your boy is battered and broken in the gutter
Stuttering for help he yelps on deaf ears
Apathetic fears, encouraging cheers, voyeuristic leers
Fight or Flight is the sight of the might of majesty
Falling forward toward an everlasting travesty
Why does so much in life have to be a malady?
A man is beaten and bloody on the sidewalk lot
Not drunk or stoned or laying out on the spot
His pain is felt a thousand times over
In those sober enough to take responsibility for the world over
Hurl yourself toward those that are hurting
Save a single soul before it goes out burning
For the yearning, the urging, the purging of divine providence
Perusing the confines of the starry-eyed mind
Will put you in a bind this time-but it’s worth the price
To lift up a man whose heart is pure as Christ
And the victor knows not fear, he can tell
The difference between a lie and what is real
You’ve got to trust what you feel
And help your fellow man, give a goddamn hand
Unless you need it first; Don’t leave in a hearse
Get rid of that thirst and walk the streets
Join the meets and greets and to hell with the heat.
This is the way man helps each other
Himself, his friends, or a brother
And I’m not saying action is the only reaction
Our traction is covered in oncoming waves
You have your own wave and way, other saves, another day
The world cannot be won on the shoulders of one man
(or woman) just don’t be bland, your job is not to play Atlas
And start to notice the little things, the world turning
The moon and the sun and the planets that are blooming
In the darkness of the night sky, feel the moment
The moment of the host of our billion species
Live your life, love all you can, help who you must
And don’t make a fuss, love is the infinity of trust
Steal your freedom…….and take it back home.