how easy is it
to see the demon outside these walls of our mind
to turn our back and let our shadows swallow

how easy is it
to demean a body to maintain a life of leisure
for these men and these women and these children
are not like us and never will be for

they listen so they
should always listen
to the voice

but this voice is
not a white voice--
such a voices has no color

the absence of light
pervading in the hearts of we
who see through pinholes of power
ignoring the cost

for who was it that
turned on tribesmen and
sold them to strange boats
that sailed far away and

who was it that
deemed those with blue eyes and
blonde air some great descent of
some ancient race that never even
existed and

such tender myths of greatness
pervade as tantalizing reasons to
never be fair and never care and
never give much of a damn beyond

this land was
always our land so
get the fuck out or
we'll use your bodies
as barricades to your children
who will know nothing but pain
and who will never forget

how high your pedestal could
possibly go and

how easy it is to pretend that
you would do things any differently
if you given the opportunity

we are demons condemning demons
with outstretched claw

who was it that
deemed such natives unworthy of
their own homes?

we are just as homeless
as those in the street
in this
endless diaspora of our
innocent souls
resenting themselves

and how easy is it
to pretend we are more than
hapless children to chance and luck
when it is we who reap the rewards and
to those fallen we offer no compassion for
our success was of all our doing, after all

we are mighty god men or
we are solemn victims or
we are the greatest nation or
we are wrongfully occupied.

we are angels wrenched in shadow
hording light for ourselves and
never having enough