born where…….`??

Out of luck or lucky to be or not to be,

born in a world where being eloquent can sell believable bullshit,

filling the hearts of the illogical mindless populous,

most of whom never mind what the heck their tax does

as long as storm fire doesn’t fill their morning air at dawn,

make love, if you are off duty- they call it morning glory and its surely sweet, have it!

or drink your coffee and walk to your day somewhere else,

and never mind, never mind you mindless lucky prick,

as long as a storm of fire doesn’t fill your morning air at dawn, never mind!

so you ask me again, born where?? born where? born where?

 

Most of us heard the ugly sound of a G3 riffle fired at age five,

so yes, how can you sip tea, as black as it came, strong tea or milked, how

when a freaking G3 muzzles lets the ugly bullet off, the natural calm of the morning dies,

the panic that follows makes a nights hunger the last of your freaking fears, the damn ugly freaking muzzle!

born where? born where? born where?

 

i walk away, the day that morning glory was lost for all- come on we all deserve it,

the day that that morning peace turned ugly fear,

that day that i never want to re-live,

but again, born where—born where…. born where?