Four Act Tragedy

Four Act Tragedy
Act One: The Messenger
Step in a room, nothing but a desk
Next to a bed along a pale white lead
Layer of paint
Patron saint posters with memorized prayers
On the back of the page
Clean rolled socks
Pressed navy slacks
Worn every day by the same young man
Got a mean old pop who got a mean back hand
Thoughts haven't travelled further than the farther
End of the railroad tracks
3 to 10 shifts at the local Albertson's, Monday and Thursday off
Mom said she'd think about a car once he got his first paid job
Dry hump Sally till they can first make love
Need a God approval stamp

Act Two: The Receiver
Step in a hut find nothing but a mat
Tank half filled need to last them till'
The end of the month
Even when its full, sees it half empty
Plays in a pool where the rain starts entering
Doll made of wool
Button for the eye
Bye bye daddy (bye bye)
Mama heats oven, sister starts crying
Needs to help them both, hands feel tied
Revolved around the sun half a dozen times
Would love to go to school, hasn't got the time
Most of the time - hunger
Sucks sweat off her lip for a sec she forgets then
Bummer
Goes to the square to sell what she made
Leaves there with cents to put away and save

Act Three: The Sender
Step in an office, nothing but fabric sown up tight
FIlled up with cotton, filthy and rotten
Hand through the back stitch handles the mind
Handling yours, feelings aside
Killing the vibe by killing for pride
Fingers in mouth fiddle inside
Making the way for riddles and lies
Decisions
Agendas that render a personal path
Envelope opener stab in the back
Next to the frame of the family ranch
Families die when they make the command, they're thinking about it
Motives come first
Then the millions of houses
Some one stepped on their shoes send the shinners to war
Taking advice from reflections on the shiniest floor
Where the bottom feeder office seeker finds a new low
Recruits the youth to bullet shoot
Thank god they saved their e.g.o

Act Four: The Tragedy

Time for the draft, sender summons the messenger
Pawn on the board, the arm of the law
These zombies fight for the rest of us
STEP RIGHT LEFT
Told who's the enemy
Goes to defend for me
Holding a cross of the holy trinity
Photo of Sally holding her memory
STEP RIGHT LEFT
Holding an M16
Two years ago was turning 17
Just last week saw John get blown up
Bomb on the chest of a boy that was so young
Got a whole new energy
Better shoot first and trust no one
Paranoid steps LEFT RIGHT LEFT LEFT
She walks down the street looking for crumbs
A bit, a tad, a smidgen to eat
The rations are done, what have they done?
She thinks to herself, "come to my land and act like its yours
I don't want this, what is this war, what is this for?"
Lying on the floor is a piece of loaf
Portion of hope, something to chew
Her belly could use, she runs towards the food
Straight down the road, a soldier confused
He wants to live, so what does he do?
Assumes the worst then follows through
Aims right at her, cock back, shoot receiver feels the message hit
While the sender is miles of steps away
Writing it off as casualties of politics