Sand

Turn him on
do we have a thread of hope for peace tonight?
turn him off
he has nothing new to say to me tonight
his little eyes
stare into the whole wide world
looking for the big okay
to kill in god’s name
hey someone
have the balls to tell us all truth is
it’s all show-biz
see the bleeding hypocrite
getting on a private jet
he says
we all should walk more
(laughing)
a hundred million words for god
a hundred million tears we’ve caused
walking idiots with thumbs
grab it all until we’re too numb to feel
hey, father,
we are in your hands
like sand