Cakewalk

Blood on the streets,
blood in the eyes
And like a tidal wave of acid it flies
Azrael is dancing a cakewalk of pain
on the streets of New York, New Jersey,
to old songs of shame

Police spray smoke, fighting crime
Can't let it win this time
Can't let anger control the words
Can't let 'God Bless America' become cursed
We're all in it together but one's in a hearse

One bad word can be seen and spread
to kill these days
We see the fear of the world
and we can't look away
But the love of our friends
is always close
and even the enemies in your sights
have those
Everyone feels lost in a winner's land
All we can do is try to understand

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.