Status Quo

Status Quo

For now the streets are cluttered:
The poor kill off the poor,
But this won’t last forever
If the “Quo” keeps getting worse.

Guns for sale in neighborhoods
Where crime is the only living
Quarts and vials and bullets
Take without ever giving.

“Innocent” bystanders
Are the ones to blame.
Standing by in times like these
Leaves everything the same.

The quo goes “living standards
Will be on the decline.”
While multi-national barons
Continue their money climb.

No chums around a fireplace
When you can’t pay the bills.
While money-man is traveling
In search of bigger thrills.

Sooner rather than later
The poor will raise their arms.
Replacing all the suited men
Regardless of the harm.

The system as we know it’
Is fading thanks to this:
The greedy haven’t realized
Their life ain’t worth a piss.

The ticking clock inside the bomb
Has passed the witching hour.
There is little hope for most,
So when will freedom flower?

It will when people with the time
Turn to lend a hand,
It will when greedy governors
Give back a hunk of land

The quo has made it possible
For us to live like rats.
Your life to them means nothing
You could end up a stat.

As the status quo gets worse
Violence rules the day.
We better help each other now.
Let us pray.



Copyright, Doug Stuber, 1996. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given, and with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.


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