A current social commentary
By Christopher Nyerges
They’re telling us on the radio
That change is coming soon
They seem to think that they’re talking to
People living on the moon.
O brother can you spare some change?
I ain’t eaten since noon
The police have made me change my tune
I’ve changed three times since noon.
They’re telling us on the TV
That change is coming soon
I saw the guy who was talking fast
He was born with a silver spoon.
Another bum hit me on the head
He sure looked like a goon
He took what little change that I did have
And he contributed to my ruin.
They’re telling us in the papers
That change is coming soon
They’re lying to us through their red-tie suit
they sound like the outcasts of Dune.
O brother can you spare a dime
I’ve missed a meal another time
I’ve moved my tent three times since full moon
And they’re saying change is coming soon.
They’re telling us on the internet
That change is coming soon
but with no change in my pocket
I can’t even buy a prune.
Please take me to your leader
My life is full of changing tune
I don’t know where I am anymore
I feel like I’m living on the moon.
My life is full of too much change
But I can’t even buy an apple core.
I see the men in their clean suits
But each looks like a whore.
I’m staring out the window
Of the blue bus going downtown
The world was changing around me
There’s just too much change goin’ round.
They’re telling us on the street corner
That change is all the rage
I can’t live forever in the alley
I’m much too old for my age.
But these men in spotless suits and ties
From their open mouths do flow their lies
They speak with straight face and smile
That change will be here in a while
They’re telling us on the billboards
The world’s coming to an end
I don’t have enough change for a sandwich
But there’s plenty for the bailout to lend.
I long so much for the good old days
Back when no one even had a fridge
Back when Wall Street’s big bust hit
and bankers jumped from every bridge.
They’re telling us on the radio
That change is coming soon
They seem to think that they’re talking to
People living on the moon.
092508 – all the talk of change, while the homeless ask me for change, and banks are failing every day – change is certain…
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The point to me, of thinking of others, is to think together, as a team. Only considering yourself is to leave out eternity. You are your own, in a link of chains. To leave out all other links, you hurt yourself, with the blindness of denial. Fear sparked, trying to "fit in" approved. If she only whispers, and we don't listen, that is a sure-fire way, to being lonesome indefinitely. I can't explain in a "nut shell" how this relates to what you wrote about.. but it would be sort of like, "brother, can you spare some change?" and the reality of it is, "brother, you and I ARE the change" ..but only, if we are on the same page!
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