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Posted: Sun Sep 6th, 2020 09:14 pm |
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I have to call this done or write a new verse everyday Don't Shoot the Messenger Now that yet another crisis has gone swept acrost the land You're clutching your devices like they're stapled to your hands You have more information than you need for these conditions You've heard it all a thousand times, why ain't nobody listening? The profits made by those who are the first to break the news Are so obscene there's no reward in waiting for the truth Anything's a crisis if it garners enough wealth But after the commercials they'll be on to something else Don't shoot the messenger The man who once said, and I quote, this'll all be done by May might lose a quarter million voters before election day But he says nah, it's just a hoax, no need to count the dead They're mostly just poor city folks who never voted red Now both the left and right are leaning well past radical It looks like sensibility has taken a sabbatical Hurlin' cherry-picked atrocities across the aisle at each other As if one immoral act could justify another Don't shoot the messenger If you vilify the victims you can delegate the blame Then pretend you are appalled to see the neighborhood in flames And those who seem to have a thirst for hurried Armageddon Are trying to put the fires out with AK forty-sevens And though they're in the kind of places no one wants to live You named all them streets after MLK, how much can you give? Thought you fixed all that inequity and built a safer planet When you gave yourselves a Monday off and etched his words in granite Don't shoot the messenger The fabric of community is strategically unravelled As the monuments to liberty are slowly ground into gravel Civility is gone beyond the point of no return When the voice of reason is the one that says just let it burn I am just the messenger and neither side has paid me I'm just a mirror reflecting the reality that made me So, when the day arrives that I have joined the choir eternal please equip my place of rest with a dance floor and a urinal But don't shoot the messenger Gregg Barrett
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