Equality
Rhythm economics and politics alone can
cause the rigid laws to dance
And even cause money to
spend itself out in tomb
So equality remains the demand
Washed clean with soapy lies
and leftover bath water
Drained from the homes of politicians
Oh, and don't forget the wealthy
You know, as kids,
my friends and I would often converse
So, kind of events between six of old and the six hundred
are after a series of linoleum backspins.
And equal, in the sense that we
know each other better.
But today as adults we're forced to defend ourselves against
the swords of the sensei who has been teaching us.
And guns that shoot shells of alcohol
and materialism.
Equal
These rhythm economics and politics
The demons that climb the
walls that separate
A fantasy from the tent
The wedge between true equality
and the way things really are
Realism
Stinging like hairs pulled
from one's armor
The return of a boomerang demanding
full payment from past sins
The carcass of equality smells of forgotten trash
outside the back door of love's house
Penetrating the walls
Forcing the need for hesitation
When the newscast demands that
Say brother, it's time for you to pick
up your things and go
Equality
Retreat and surrender your weapons at the same time, cause you ain't gonna be fighting
for a while.
This ain't about you, this is all about rhythm,
economics, politics.
I know what you think equality is.
The government is sure to show you,
Equalism.
How does that feel?
The future of the notion
smells truly foul,
Truly foul and far from poetic.
My equality lives as a prophetic table -tipper,
sitting at the gates of the garden, dancing
Entranced by loss of definition and faded
pictures of what once was.
Rhythm economics and politics alone
can cause rigid laws to dance.
Even cause money to spend
itself out of tune.
Equality itself remains the new math.
Quality.
I'm going to to do it.
Equality.