Clowns Among Children

We are a sad face

To listen to our squeal

We can never erase

Such a psychotic wheel

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They play their stupid games

Each one cruel as another

Doesn’t matter their aims

Just a hypocritical bother.

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I wonder what they imagine

when fear is a constant knock

Across the pond the whine

of wives in superficial frock.

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Is this a nation that truly leads

Or are we only as callous

As the earth we cultivate weeds

That such a freedom is us.

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People die yet they don’t listen

What can they possibly think

A nation that whose only mission

To weigh in such juvenile ink.

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Perhaps in time we cannot allow to forget

The natural pain and angst they beget.

Check Your Need

Check your nails,

primp your hair,

fix your tie,

pull that food out of your teeth,

people die

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Meet the boss,

play the silly fool,

smile to your strangers

walking by,

be sure we all can see your eyes,

people die

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plan your life,

hug your animal

frolic in the springtime air,

plant your garden,

there’s more beyond the world you live,

people die

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‘I read the news today, oh boy’

‘if you try sometime, you get what you need’

‘and you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack’

‘there’s a man over there with a gun in his hand’

‘stand up and be counted’

everything sounds so familiar and right when we lose!

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for the years continue to climb,

lives begin and transpire

incidents define,

heart and soul and positivity decline

while we every day wake up to the morning news …

people still die.

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© Thom Amundsen 2016 March

Lyrics

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