El Dorado (III) Demolished Lives

I see myself in them

The people at the borders

Waiting to exist again

Brothers, sisters, sons and daughters

Denied our so-called golden streets

Running from demolished lives

Into walls

The "haves" and the "have nothings"

The accepted and rejected

We can't keep letting them in

We can't keep letting them in

The gold stops us

The gold always did

The gold took more lives than Uranium

Than Polonium. Pandemonium

And as I stand here wondering why

A man beheaded on a smartphone

Falls into my pocket from the sky

Modern life

Everything is everywhere ...'know what I mean?

Handy

And obscene