Broken No More

Broken, more or less shattered

We are torn from a past of glory

Protests for peace and love

Replaced by ferocious hate

An animal who once had no home

Where are romance and spirit?

They must be in a grave

Held in the hands of the child

The dead offspring of hope

Buried in Wall Street or Baghdad

Can we at last have a meal

And pay for the rent?

The machine says we’re free

Most of us happily employed

Broken and broke, freedom a lie

Where has the wisdom gone?

It must be in that fresh grave

Shot dead by ignorance

Killed in a fit of unbridled rage

His shaking hand then cast a ballot

And we are all broken even more

Maybe still a day will come

When a man can have a dream

Everyone can dream that dream

And wisdom can be a phoenix

Until the ash settles, no spirit can rise

When that day comes

And the children sing instead of cry

We will all be broken no more