THAT POINT AT WHICH MY OPEN MIND ENDS (GLADLY)
Where are the good men
At home and out there…
How do they sleep while—
Broken lil' boys beat our women,
Both young and old…
And we cheer
Through the foam on the lens
From our beer?
Where are the good men
When women and girls die in childbirth
And from radiation poisoning—
As stupid boys stand with outstretched hands
Pushing down their heads…
Screaming—
You will not stand
As tall as me…
Lil miss madame Currie
Where are the good...
At home and out there…
How do they sleep while—
Broken lil' boys beat our women,
Both young and old…
And we cheer
Through the foam on the lens
From our beer?
Where are the good men
When women and girls die in childbirth
And from radiation poisoning—
As stupid boys stand with outstretched hands
Pushing down their heads…
Screaming—
You will not stand
As tall as me…
Lil miss madame Currie
Where are the good...