Poetry / Finger and Bone

A photograph  kept to our side
Of other states and men gone by
Walk the plains and fields of cows
Wondering who will save us now

There is alot to be afraid of
Many things can be explained
There is alot to be ashamed of
Forget it anyway

Sunny road that brightens the darkest
Island ready for a bitter harvest
Somber faces all for number one
Straining to cling to delusion

There is alot to be afraid of
Many things can be explained
There is alot to be ashamed of
Remember it’s o.k.

Pointing the finger at whoever is close
Roulette swinging into the bone
Pointing the finger to shade your tree
Is this the real nirvana you seek?

There is alot to be afraid of
Many things are unexplained
There is alot we forget to name for
The horrible things we say

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