Nothing from roaming on by Camden Joy

This evening they turned on a Christian television station.
My eyes could scarcely believe what they were seeing.
I would have laughed if I weren’t so sickened,
sickened and sad.

Ministers call one another Satan,
fervently pray for your donation,
and then bless you in the name of religion--
a faith I once had.

Now it’s nothing
nothing at all.

Tonight as the President addressed the nation,
I found I could not follow a thing he was saying.
I asked a fella, Tell me. Can you understand him?
He smiled and went away.

Down on the streets below there were people cheering
for the actions that the president had taken.
And I knew I couldn’t stomach hearing what had happened.

There are 5,000 cells in this prison,
one for each and every will that has been broken,
With hearts so hardened they no longer listen
when anyone calls for help.

In the mornings, the dead are awakened,
and taken to watch another being beaten
to the sounds of a Christian television station.
Then we’re led back to our selves.

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