The Streets Of America

<br>Desolate and without purpose<br>Radiating from so many septic sources<br>Forming the fabric of a wayward people<br>Disappearing as the vestiges of our past<br>Scratched like tartan into virgin soil<br>A substrate for progress and disarray<br>A spreading network of broken dreams<br>Searching for a thoroughfare to take us away<br>Just a little tale from streets of America (say a little prayer)<br>Sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria<br>Trenchant, weary native sons<br>Step back<br>And see the damage done<br>Meander to the horizon (shoot straight to the horizon)<br>The streets of America<br>Black, tarred concrete<br>Pine for me<br>Lying dormant<br>For you and country<br>Hardened surface<br>Cracked within<br>Catch the sweat<br>From off the chin<br>Of men and women<br>Senior and child<br>Who look to you<br>And your sterile miles<br>And in their stares<br>Is bald dismay<br>For what you promised<br>Led them astray<br>Hard-cracked, daunting, lifeless veins<br>False hopes corridors to greener pastures is all that remains