Peacefully Fires
I remember myself outside, sitting in the garage, at night
66 degrees weather rolled down onto the night, not all is silent
It provided for the houses near and far to burn down to the earth
Yes, 66 degrees weather still let the houses burn down near me
A protest in my neighborhood sparked, creating much tension
I watch as people were chanting, screaming, begging for justice
Wrecking buildings, storming businesses, taking possessions
Encourage the homeless to take charge, burning old houses
They don’t care, they want what they want, no turn backs
The people painted the town boiled red, bare blue, maybe black
Red was boiling, blue was sudden, black was uncertain
I saw it all, all the blood, sweat and tears of the people
I sat in the comfort of my home, smoking as the world burns
The daily news I get is minding myself and business
I do feel sore about all that is happening around me
Even I want to do something about it, but
I rather let time tell to the people what they should do, not me
I am watching the world burn, while I watch in peace
Quietly, right in my own home.
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