Let me Get Home to Feed my Kids

Shouts in the streets again My pulse wakes from its slumber With all risings, it says "amen" Oh Lord, just let me get home to feed my kids Colored signs in broken windows Sharpened blood cells bleeding from slattened souls For every man I see a widow Oh Lord, just let them get rights to feed their kids Plastic covers over wordless signs I let them protect me although I know it's wrong No heart in their laughter--their justice made of crimes Oh Lord, just let them get time to feed their kids Burned slogans who lost the war Yank signs from their windows Shut their fingers in the door Oh Lord, just give forgiveness to their dead kids Not a fighter nor a soldier But they threw me from this store Another battle for the women who get closure Oh Lord, just give us suffrage to feed our kids No right to get home from work Without stumbling on glass This is why i run against you, jerk Oh Lord, just let me get home to feed my kids