stunned silence

sometimes the silence says it all
watching the grass grow, watching it die
sometimes the last thing that was needed
was the first thing that entered
and the problem remains constant
nobody seems to know its alive...

theres an object, a shape of something in the corner
I lost count of the days, the months, the years
and its been there that whole time
brooding, like a wounded dog
waiting to be kicked just that one last time
and it happens
just as it knew it would
just as it predicted
and falling down for the millionth time he draws a breath and sighs
but as an object, he can't be living and so passes away and dies
now that corner smells a little funny
the scent was never quite right to begin,
but now its awful
the stench over powering, and the sight...
worse then a genocide
nobody cares about the shape in the corner
nobody gives a damn;
nobody lifted a finger to help him; nobody cried for him
for nobody knows of his trouble; nobody wants to know
they have there own little tea cups
and their own personal tornadoes
which to them seem out of this world
and the object; he's just an object
who really gives a hoot
he can't really bleed, he can't really feel
so why should we care about he?
cause that sticky thing on your foot ain't gum,
that paint you're using ain't red because they were out of blue
its red cause he bled all over you

now comes the denial, who's at fault you yell
running around pointing your finger and waving it like a flag!
If i'm to blame then you're to blame, and he's to blame as well,
cause you may as well keep running, for the blame game
will never be won...
blood drips from everyone's hands, whether we see it or we don't
coverting the very things we hold for granted,
and stealing from those that need,
we couldn't care less about our brother
he can hold his own head high
he don't need no other, he just needs to be alive
and therein we repeat it
the circle we call life
falling ever perpetually forward
till the only ones left to fight
are the ones stronger then the weaker
and that certainly ain't right
they that have the power often abuse it
and we say nothing at all
watch on, you silly minor
watch on don't cry
for everything will be alright
its true you may die now
but never fear, for America is here, they will come to your aid
and by America... i mean good luck with that