Act

The world is turnin’
But the streets are burnin’
Busy at work this week
The bloated bodies start to reek
Of coy elicited proof
That your subjective world has no Truth
Ex nihilo this, ex nihilo that
A run on the treadmill won’t shed the fat
Swollen around your eyes
Blurring your neighbor when he dies
Yesterdays news
Governments abuse
Nothing can break the cycle
What was my score last time I checked FICO?
A world blind and bloated with wealth
A world burned and scolded in stealth
The horizon should be filled with fists
To let God know compassion still exists
Your Christian love doesn’t step out of the temple walls
How do you explain the weather when an angel falls?
Your blanket of relief
“God planned everything,” a comforting belief
We are not God’s puppets in a little sick game
Humanity as a whole is to blame
God gave us freewill
Adam and Eve were the first to take the suicide pill
The serpent is confusion in security
It’s will shrouded in obscurity
But oh, the fruits you shall receive!
If you just ignore what’s going on in Tel-Aviv
Did Moses rise against Pharaoh whose heart was stone?
Today, would he ignore it all and play with a phone?
Would the man going to Jericho die where he lay
If the Samaritan was having a busy day?
Would India be free
If Gandhi said “just let the British drink their tea”?
Go to Church and count your days
There’s no apocalypse no matter how hard the Holy man prays
Look over there Jesus on a horse of white
His sword covered in blood, but still shining light
Nonsense, no rapture is true
Just another excuse covering you
From the cold hard fact
That sometimes you must act.