tears of rage
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
We’re so low
And life is brief.
Today was Cresskill NJ.
About 700 kids at 2:00 PM. I was so impressed with how respectful an audience they were.
Here it was the end of the school day and the buses were waiting and it was an assembly and uhm
they could have been loud
and uhm they could have talked
and uhm they could have slept
but they were THERE and it was cool.
And a kid came up to me afterward and mentioned he had an UNcle that OD’d
and it made me think of all the kids that came up to me in recent days telling me of their losses.
Like the girl in Deptford who wrote that song called “Slippin Away”
and like the kid that was in the ROTC at Old Bridge that looked so tough
and then floored me with this amazing poem about a friend that made some poor choices
and has drifted away and it just builds up
and I think of all these special people. It makes you think twice about how everyone has a story
and how we carry around this grief for those among us who cannot overcome this disease. A disease that gets fed by drugs in a country that declared war on drugs
and yet every other commercial is for some miracle pill that can change your life in a daily dose. In a country that allows other countries heroin to flourish
and come into our society and yet will not allow helpful drugs from its dearest neighbor to the north to come into our country and help the lives of the sick and the old.
We live under a cruel circus and were all mad
and were all talented
and we can all do some cool tricks
and we all just want a three ring standing ovation
and we all just want to enjoy the show
and there are some mean ol ringmasters that try to control us
and there are some lions that need to be tamed
and there are some lions that need to be freed
and sometimes were sorry we bought a ticket for this show
and its then we need to look in the eyes of someone we love
and be thankful for the time we have
and keep on fightin till we have done our job
and we have sprung the cages of those who need to be freed
and weve shouted loud enough to make a change
I hear you all and this clown is thankful for his greaspaint
