Something Something Something

Something Something Something

i can’t remember the words any more

am I just old or so overloaded

with similes and metaphors and rhymes

and blue skies and green grass and red sunrise

that I can’t see straight

and the songs, dear god, the thousands of songs

running through my mind and over my tongue

of love and protest and wild party time

and earth and peace and love and love and love

that has turned to hate

didn’t they tell me my work was over

and i’ve earned my rest and still, empty days

but i walk over the bones of children

and hate the ones in charge, who fucked it up

leaving me with guilt

where is the country we thought we had made

with the songs and marches of years gone by

it’s trampled over by money and hate

and turning into a foul, fetid swamp

not the world I built