In every phase and facet of national life,
There is a war being waged on america's poor.
The only apparent solution to this scourge of homelessness,
Is to build more and more prisons.
The sun descends on the set so slowly,
The prisoner waits for the final signs.
One last look before the darkness takes him,
As the system fails by it's own design.
Believe you're really going to make them pay,
Keep them out of sight and locked away,
Compartmentalized with no way out,
A generation's future now in doubt.
This groundswell hypocrisy seems reserved for the few,
Who find courts of law but no justice.
Who dares disrupt the ordered lives,
Of those too deaf to heed the cries?
Ignore the torment of the faceless millions,
And we'll share a common fate.
This groundswell hypocrisy seems reserved for the few,
Who find courts of law but no justice.