Falling Stones

(a lyrical poem read to the tune of Bob Dylan’s, A Rolling Stone)

Once upon a time

You lived so fine

Did your ugly crime

Til suns don’t shine

Didn’t you?

Drop your rocket balls

Make buildings fall

With your righteous gall

Don’t this beat all

Ain’t kidding you.

You used to, laugh about

Everyone that, can’t get out

Now you just talk too loud

Now you just act too proud

Watching people scrounging their next mealllllllllllllllll.

How does it feel?....How does it feel?

To be without a home

To kill the unborn

To keep flinging stones.

You blew up all the finest schools, hospitals, Mr Hungry,

shooting everything that moves

now you just get juiced to live

Broke a millions hearts

Stole land and souls

Now you say just to get used to it

You say, you won’t compromise

Vacuum arms and legs and eyes

Refuse to grow or become wise

As you stand near widow wives

And say, “Hey, how’d you like to make a dealllllllllllllllll?”

How does it feel?

To drop bombs on homes

To leave kids alone

To blow up cell phones

Like a falling stone.