Too Many Lies

too many lies, desecrate the ground. the footprints of fallen angels, covered by the dust of hate. spoon fed history turned bitter, the sound of children's voices lost. even the old juke joints, deserted and vacant. handmade guitars, strings made of human flesh. the howl of an angry wind, pierces cardboard shelters. cars abandoned on the side of the road, fresh turned earth, no hands to plant. passion's legs wrapped around, the bodies now hollow. young girls fall like rain, forgotten by time. to be madly in love, and pant with desire... all echoes and rust! when bibles become weapons, and the cost is too high. dead poets whisper, neath the old hanging tree. flags flown at half mast, and the factories are closed. and you just cant remember your grandfather's face!