I
am sitting
On the roof of my house
With a shotgun
And a six
pack of beer, six pack of beer, six pack of beer
Ricky heard hushed voices in the next room.
He heard his mom's voice above the other.
"No! There's nothing wrong with him!"
Ricky slinked further behind the banisters of the stairs.
Silence.
Then his mother came out, and saw her beautiful 10-year-old boy sat on the stairs.
He was beautiful.
He was.
The
newscaster says the enemy's among us
As bombs explode on the 30
bus,
Kill your middle class indecision,
Now is not the time for
liberal thought,
"His work has been less than...efficent."
"But you told me he did lots of work in lessons."
"He does. Just not the work he is supposed to do."
She looked down at the papers being handed to her.
Drawings.
Lots of drawings of cameras, people hiding behind corners, under beds.
So
I go hunting for witches
I go hunting for witches
Heads are
going to roll
I go hunting for...
Ricky felt free with the lighter.
It felt warm in his hand.
Then it went wild.
The fire got out of his power.
But he still felt safe.
He had finally lost it.
90's,
optimistic as a teen.
Now its terror
Airplanes crash into
towers, into towers, crash into towers.
"Oh Ricky...just tell me you didn't do it."
He couldn't lie to her.
So he said nothing.
Nothing.
The
Daily Mail says the enemy's among us,
Taking our women and taking
our jobs,
All reasonable thought is being drowned out
By the
non-stop baying, baying, baying for blood
The trial was set for a wednesday.
The wednesday came.
And went.
Ricky was guilty.
I
was an ordinary man with ordinary desire
I watched TV it informed
me
I was an ordinary man with ordinary desire
There must be
accountibility
The last time she saw her son, he was handcuffed and led onto a bus.
She waved to him.
He waved back.
He was beautiful.
He was.
She wished she still was.
Disparate
and misinformed
Fear will keep us all in place
-FIN-
