right now
what's moving my heart
where could I spark
how could i start
with so many battles
hapless heaps
ashy hands
grubby feet
lips so dry
wanting a drink
not liquor just water
just blink, just think
the plight of a planet
rumors of war
death with ease
malaria for poor
money for rich
a billion a piece
and the other 5 billion
no shoes for their feet
oh, God help me too refrain
from speaking a hot mess
let my tongue be tamed
and lungs ever breathless
because
if I ever exposed
the anarchist dream
they'd sting me across
that Mississippi stream
like an ornament
i'd hang so long
after new years
and just before dawn
my sweet little girl
would greet me at tomb
wash my feet
and cleanse my wound
right now
non-of-that
i'll just relax
be a better Reggie
no plight, no facts...
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