Open wound

its seeping down the wall
reaching for the earth
grabbing the floor
creeping along

it reaches our feet
slides under the door
its on our hands

it graces the steps of congress
dripping toward the streets

its from there

inside CONgress we find the weapon
the floor is for the massacre

i see it now!
president knows it well
hes porting goods from chains

Its rising! visions of the poor...!
i see their every pain?
it seeps from this bondage...
the blood... of our gain!

5/2/02/7:09PM