witheren - shooting stars lyrics
“i, being poor, have only my dreams; i have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.” (w. b. yeats)
shooting stars are dying asteroids
and so many of us burned
to form this display
i hope it looks great
but i can’t help but wonder
is this really what it was all for?
does a fine c_cktail really taste
good as plain rice stolen posthaste
from a thousand starving mouths, perhaps?
does a three_hundred times pay gap
reflect an hour three hundred times
harder worked? is this share revenue
worth its share in square
miles of barren earth?
woah…
woah…
oh i can’t help but ask…
are the presents gathered
from slavery past
and torture future
savoury while they last?
i can’t help…
i can’t help…
i can’t help but ask:
is the present gathered
from slavery past
and torture future
savoury while it lasts?
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