Drumbeat

drumbeat

It’s in your head
the endless thrum
So many dead
and more to come

Jobs have left
and jobs returned
The poor look up
entreaties spurned

Stuff in the street
from jobless folks
To make an omelet
you break some yolks

The beat goes on
there is no end
Hope flees the scene
and madness trends

We blame each other
and people dance
To see the split
between our brothers

So turn it off
and lift your head
Work for the good
and mourn the dead

Pick up the pieces
and heal yourself
Give in to your
much better self

Time to reach out
to the other side
We already know
too many died

Sweep up the ruins
without a fuss
Build it back
for all of us