Slowly wandering the dusts of Kashmir
Dodging bullets on the shore of Zaire...
Opening doors
Closing lives...
The Neighbor
By Mark Spencer...
These people are plastic
Their eyes without names shine paper or air...
Shadows fringe on my paper
Two worldly spectrums combine...
You think you know me but you have no clue,
You think that I can't have feelings like you do...
“Piggy, Pig, Pig-Pig…”
A chant brutally unrefined...
I grew up thinking life was sweet,
Sugar coated and pink like candy...
Today the world is frozen.
Tomorrow the world is shattered...
Look around and you may see
Someone who has a life worse then you or me...
Shuffle....shuffle....
every one of you a dealer...
It seems originality is unnecessary
The common man cannot cope...