Spoken Word of the Back Seat Driver

We've been separated far too long.

Divided and detached

misplacing hate in a place we've never been.

In a city and state of mind, ruin a nation. 

Ruination, to your smile.

We forget to wash our hands of conclusions.

We are soiled and unclean, festering in apathy.

Could we count the scars, if all the wars were inside of speech?

We're on our own now, lain left and discarded, 

By our brothers and sisters who bought into their darkness.

Ego driven, by what they acquire.

One word owned: "Disheartened."

Our blood, can't keep us together

Chaos grown from home of our own machinations.

Pointing fingers, at whom to blame as

Growing us numb and twisted

from our encountered relations.

Could we find space in a vestibule of separation?

Or remain demonized, for the thoughts that we're thinking?

Too busy creating,

Disillusioned to the void of our surroundings.

Immune too the awareness of everything astounding.

Rest your head you weary phantom

The ghost of your past haunts your wanting.

Your purpose might be pointless.

But you're always missing what the point is.

We've placed empathy in things we can't touch 

But we can only see,

Never caring for what's around

We've put our causes to the far,

Never working on our home

Only taking care of our yards.

Putting work on lands we'll never touch,

While our neighborhood keeps piling up.

We dream of places we can never be.

Disinformed of our surroundings.

How can everyone have an opinion of politics if no one sits in seat?

How do you yearn for a movement you think that you believe,

If you don't have the information to form your belief?

Not a book, or a college teacher, or the internet..

I mean, hands-on information, hands-on work..

Not something you saw someone once do,

And you thought to yourself you could do that too.

I agree to that, and with that too.

Maybe this is me, maybe you'll do that too..

If you could ever get around

To putting time and effort in

Outside of your nine-to-five job.

After you get some sleep and some of your problems solved.

And maybe you could provide some references

That don't conflict with your differences.

But there might be some discrepancies in your resume,

and somebody you might have to take that up with..

Then, you'll make some change.

Do something somewhere that matters.

Don't you realize,

That when you say somewhere, that it's not here?

Didn't you find that queer?

That your aspirations go beyond

Your longitude and latitude,

And if others have a different thought

you end up with a bad attitude?

You cast 'em off and ignore 'em,

Then act like you're all battle-proof,

When you've never been in a war zone

Or even tied up your battle boots.

It's easy to advocate for peace

When the danger's far away from you.

Or fighting for the homeless

When your refrigerator's filled with food.

When you pick a stance is it valued by what's your mood?

Do you preach from the sofa influenced by, what's on the tube?

Or what's socially acceptable as the masses view?

No one talks of leanings unless they're there up on a roof,

Mentally unhinged, acting cultured from a stoop.

If you make a change, no one's waiting for your move.

Rework your resume. It'll need a final proof...