desolate and without purpose
radiating from so many septic sources
forming the fabric of a wayward people
disappearing as the vestiges of our past
scratched like tartan into virgin soil
a substrate for progress and disarray
a spreading network of broken dreams
searching for a thoroughfare to take us away
just a little tale from the streets of America
sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria
trenchant, weary native sons
step back,
step back,and see the damage done
meander to the horizon
the streets of America
black, tarred concrete
pine for me
lying domant
for you and your country
hardened surface
cracked within
catch the sweat
from off of the chin
of men and women
senior and child
who look to you
and your sterile miles
and in their stares
is bald dismay
for what you fuckin promised them
led them astray
just a little tale from the streets of America
sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria
trenchant, weary native sons
step back,
step back,and see the damage done
meander to the horizon
the streets of America
hard-cracked, daunting, lifeless veins
false hope corridors to greener pastures is all that remains
say a little prayer for the streets of america
sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria
step back,
step back,and see the damage done
shoot straight to the horizon
the streets of america
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