Seeing life through lenses that only the poor children have
Third hand Velcro shoes and can’t even see the better halves
Cardboard tube peanut butter and boxed cheese from the federal truck
The church box blue jeans barely blue and a schoolyard that can’t give a fuck
Watching family through lenses of bitter understanding
Scraping by on second hands and the problem is expanding
No mobility but the home that’s crumbling beneath us
Another day Another fight Another bottle of liquid Jesus
One sentenced to a life of rage for crimes committed without his consent
Another left alone in ridicule but bound for self improvement
A dejected one caught between hate and lies and detachment
Pathological failure to no demise and a purchasable commitment
What will they see looking back this way through lenses made of time
The chaos that made us this way and the choices that seemed sublime
A broken road of promised light and a land that won’t exist
The fearless are all now huddling and the lies all still persist