Permawake

Certainly—we all realize it from time to time
We're killing the earth for petroleum products
Polluting the skies—not wise
Are we concerned to do something about it

Why did we vote for our grandchild's execution
Oh—excuse me—our family's part of Big Money
We're lucky to be among The Chosen few, honey
just wanted to realize something

Using our real eyes to find out politicians and pundits
are telling real lies—we realize it— (Thanks, Wind)
And what, you do too—realize we're screwed—

Do you realize it once a week—and try to atone for it
through a God whose existence you've been lied to about—
Or—you're more devout—you realize it every day—swell.
Well, that's enough.  It's your time to live it.

There's no sense in waking up to it all the time.
This just proves we're asleep,
It's time for an awakening of a greater steep.
We all need to be Slapped Into Permanent Awakening

Twenty-Four-Seven,  live it,  breathe it, get even.
Don't ever sleep again.  Can't write slam poetry,
Then write your congressman or a friend, ask them
why so many politicians retiring millionaires, who cares?
Who in their right minds wants to run for office, really.

There's no limit to the times we'll repeat this
the future being sold to the highest bidder
it means your great-granddaughter will have
to buy the air they breathe from your grandkids.

Isn't that what's happening now, more or less,
We have to pay for the water we drink today,
So it stands to reason if we all work hard,
like we've been doing all along,
then having to pay a nominal fee
for clean, pure air will be mandatory some day
in the near future, there.  You can put down your knives.
Alright, I'll back off—every one go on ahead and withdraw
back into the shells of your well insulated lives.