End of All Hope

I turned on the TV
and what awaited me
a man selling his soul
(empty as a hole)
just for a piece of paper
it's the neverending caper
the theft of our faith
and nobody is safe
so just you run away...

There's no way to avoid your fate
But you sure can delay it for awhile
The choices may not be so great
But you can't get out of this downward spiral

I walk by a sign
advertising to the blind
the stupidity has set in
the plague will begin
to deteriorate common sense
which was our only defense
the keeper of our faith
and now nobody is safe
so just you run away...

There's no way to avoid living
But you sure can live it well
but you just can't start giving
just before you're cast into hell



Original Poem Copyright (c) 1995-1997 Jim Reardon.  All rights reserved.
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