Moses in the Sun

It's sunny again,
Marvelous Sunshine through the clear sky,
Shadows pop up, friendly, smiling.
The abstract chemical inbalance sits in a cell
The fats and thins gather crowdedly,
Screaming the oath of their long lost prophet-
He's dead now, for many a generation.

My fabric of all knowing waves lightly,
Slightly, It's a sight of the mighty
Like a kite on a high, higher it flies
Desperately running from our lands and our lies
simply crying, shy, vying
moving like a persian elephant
Heavy, but angelic.

She spoke a name, a name of fame,
She spoke to me, the man of shame,
A shaman of the shameful i came
To ask a deed of this woman.
In the dar, I rode my horse,
moving slowly, prevent divorce
From the dark her voice was calm
Wrapped me in a soothing balm.

She cried sadly at my feet
I shared with her, some candies sweet,
We kissed and hugged, moments fleet,
She didn't want me, her i beat.
Untrusting as this woman was,
She trusted me, and that's because,
My face is poison, Handsom, Dark,
My voice is passion, deep, Hark!

She was a slave for many years,
through many parties, many beers,
I shared her with my horny friends
They love her body, easy bends.
And we laugh and cry, and later die
Mature we are, Kites that fly,
In death we are a martyrs memory,
In death, we go down in history.

It's sunny today, a million years later.
There are still wars and murders,
boys that write poetry, however
meaningless-however meaningful.
however it rambles setting the
mood for a feud, crude, I stand
alone on a hilltop, with all my people
below me and so mucn more to gain.
LIke moses in a pair of jeans and a yellow T-shirt,
Shy, wunwilling to flirt wiht a beautiful
young woman who captivates a soul,
A crowd, a revolution...
Like a complex equation of
Chemistry that invariably boils
down to 1+1=1
Or is it 2?
Many will never know
we'll sit here in the snow
of our nuclear winter,
watching her take another man, another hand
with which she'll conquer a new feat
of such magnitude,
it hurts me dearly,
untrully, but truly I mean it.

Like moses in blue jeans and a yellow T-shirt,
A crusader in a light alluminum can suit
That glistens like a burnt
corpse - we cry together in the hot
sun - me and my love, whose untimely
demise has signaled my time to go home.
This is my America...
The words burn in a sound crockpot
This is my America...
Rapists, Murderers, Immigrants, Homo-sexuals,
Terrorism.
This is my America and the price
with which it comes, the cost of
All the sums,
Me plus we - She plus him, we add the fateful
numbers and complain and write:

This is my America.