the following are lyrics to a song i wrote this week. i have been deeply affected by the cause of the weak and poor among us that we, as a society, so easily ignore. i hope that you will read this and allow it to affect you as well. also, please visit www.nickelsvilleseattle.org
thank you for your time and attention.
love you guys.
-k

its not men in high towers
its not the powers that be
who decide history
no
its not gold that makes us strong
its not land that gives us ground
to stand on
no

the fool carved his name in ancient hills
he said "these are mine now and i'll do what i will"
he spent his whole life building a kingdom out of paper machet
there was a storm, lightning struck,
and a fire took it all away

another man spent 80 years accumulating grain
he housed it all in mansions
while his neighbors slept out in the rain
one by one to his door they came
the hungry, the homeless
and he turned them all away

and how can we talk about hope and change
when we're just like those fools
just as selfish, just as strange
its our policy to consume and ignore
we drink till we're too drunk
to hear the cries of the poor

its not men in high towers
its not the powers that be
who decide history
no, its you and me
and we can do it differently
its not gold that makes us strong
its not land that gives us ground
to stand on...