Darkness and light, wrong and right
thoughts bleed and dissolve, dreams evolve
paper and smoke, churn and stroke
prayers drip like sweat, slavery and debt
White trash fires, unholy liars
truth falls off the edge, desire walks the ledge
political drugs, who picks the judge
hammers of fear, moments lost to years
Graves open and close, nuclear rose
black shadows turn, pages crumple and burn
lightning or gunfire, stakes higher and higher
death clock chimes, wind thru the pines...
black crows on the lines... black crows on the lines...
Mothers crying and cold, babies bought and sold
welfare Cadillacs, anxiety attacks
trailor tub meth, lonesome last breath
kneeling by the bed, prayers for the dead
Runaways lost, who pays the cost
nursing home ghosts, headstones and posts
pictures turning yellow, goodbyes and hellos
people folded and spent, no messengers sent...
Graves open and close, nuclear rose
black shadows turn, pages crumple and burn
lightning or gunfire, stakes higher and higher
death clock chimes, wind thru the pines...
black crows on the lines... black crows on the lines...
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I would like to translate this poem
It seems the judges and the Supreme court are picked by presidents and politicians who they serve to the detriment of the common people. Judges are supposed to uphold laws that benefit an entire society, all the people living in the nation. When dreams are broken and too many within our countries suffer, have no hope, nothing to lose, then is a nation at peril from within. It is time to spend less on prison that punish and more on solutions that empower citizens to help themselves. A better education, employment creation schemes and a little hope for those born with less opportunities is not only morally and ethically correct, it also makes good business sense.