Comfort, Comfort

Comfort, comfort
My people
I have killed your fathers
I have sullied your daughters
Only because I love
My people

Comfort, comfort
The nations
To you who are thirsty
To you who hunger now
The meek shall inherit
My patience

Comfort, comfort
My son
You who are lost inside
You who believe just to survive
I will raise the dead when
I’m done

offering comfort.

What There Is

There is a young lady learning
There is a woman pining
There is a man reaching
There is a fetus squirming
There is an old man dying
To remember

There is a desert waiting
There is an economy crashing
There is a barrio hurting
There is an ocean sinking
There is a flower blooming
In December

On the Occasion of Albatross

a bird with a belly full of plastic;

such a small price to pay

for the refreshing taste of battery acid.

but we do have domain over

lesser life forms, don't we?

and global warming and going green were

made up by the devil.

by the devil.

we must never fall prey to the gospel of green,

though we're perfectly complacent

to follow another gospel of green.

make no mistake,

make no mistake.

there is a price on everything;

economic evolution,

survival of the richest.

yeah, that'll preach.

it's such a shame

that you can't afford

a place to sleep (come all ye weary)

and food to eat (we'll break bread)

or medicine.

...but hey, I don't want to wait in line

so here is a dollar

go buy a bottle,

such a small price to pay

for a bird with a belly full of plastic.