Jim Woodrow - At Home Where I Wander


As the powers that be selectively delete us all,
until we're subservient as the traffic jam anger 
that stands in the way of our next grade of pay.

Some peace under the moon in a calm night,
dawn takes my freedom and pushes it aside,
the whip of fear calls like a raven in the sky.

The lives of many only seen by the few,
rattling gunfire across betrayed hearts is spewed, 
words take us further from our soul as a truth.

Choose peaceful welcoming arms that enslave us,
to profit from ignorance and silence the proof,
until one day we see but the silence is mute.

Happiness comes at a price so they say,
I sit by the river at night and I wonder,
at home where my feet tread, I miss you my brother.