You Were Born In A Prison

the children wear their faith like bracelets

their passion like a wreath of bones

a lumbering hydra with hardening heads

steam from its talons, liquid chrome

oh the children cling to peace

the light through the socket of your eye of glass

they hope and they perish in the fire

atrophied and situated at an impasse

bless the Lord, oh my soul!

the apple in your mouth

the worm that gnaws it down to the pit

the things you go without

born into a prison they can't escape

there's no escape, there's no escape

born into a prison they can't escape

the children stand in line and wait to take the medicine

conform their thoughts, espouse the doctrine, accept the

discipline

an animal scratches its back on a rock

against the planet's teeth, it subjugates the stone

the children, warped and genuflected

disappearing, all alone.