: subdivision

{via the scary reality of poverty)

And nothing is stirring, not even a mouse,

in the boarded up stores and the broken down houses.

So they hang colorful banners off all the street lamps,

just to prove they got no manners, no mercy, and no sense.

And I'm wondering what it will take for my city to rise.

First we admit our mistakes and then we open our eyes.

The ghost of old buildings are haunting parking lots in

the city of good neighbors that history forgot.

I remember the first time I saw someone lying on the cold street.

I thought, "I can't just walk past here, this can't just be true."

But I learned by example to just keep moving my feet.

It's amazing the things that we all learn to do.

So we're led by denial like lambs to the slaughter

Serving empires of style and carbonated sugar water.

And the old farmroad's a four-lane that leads to the mall.

And our dreams are all guillotines waiting to fall.

And I'm wondering what it will take for my country to rise.

First we admit our mistakes and then we open our eyes.

Or nature succumbs to one last dumb decision.

And America the beautiful is just one big subdivision.

-"Subdivision" by ani difranco