Homininae

Unentitled States Of Hysteria

A violent disorder stakes claims of it's righteousness
over the border
it feeds on those who eat up the bones of it's
casualties
the momentum of each daily cycle of "you're not me"
YOU'RE NOT ME A burn for a burn is as useless as apathy
we must make choice through action no matter the
fraction we stand for
gutting it's name and denouncing it's claims of "you're
not me"
YOU'RE NOT ME
It's in your mind Travel through time
It's in your face forgotten place
It's in your hands Forgotten lands
I'm twisting and turning
I'm buning my insides
I'm breaking on fire,
"Woe!" she cries no more, for you!
Eyes watching in the dark like a song done well or a
spell gone awry
and all the books were burned with any insight on how
to fix the wrongs back to right
gottah gather all together all of us a re running
scattered and we're pointing out that
you're not me
holding off your future dreams you'd rather scream in
fear that the not-me party is marching on
not like it's the only one
time
here
everyday for many long years people die Iraqis lacking
food and in health supplies
sanctioned by the brother with no compassion for the
other
with one outstretched hand the other rapes the land
in the name of democracy, flag of hypocrisy,
war is second nature there we're quick to turn in our
neighbor
the young have war in their eyes oh how this mighty
nation cries
"You Witch!"
"Communist"
"Pinko"