Who going to be president

Dripping honesty
Mocking the truth
The world believed
Locked in gridlock
Lost in indecision
Been cursed
Recycling words
Left behind

Mouthing words
Sounding bourgeoisie
A silent song
Collecting hats
War trophies
Stacking body bags

Little boys wander
In the snow in bare feet
Along busy highways
Looking amongst the debris

Falling from mountain tops
Picking up the pieces
It is not so bad
Pictures in every syllable
A girl comes along
Helping pick up those pieces
Finding a pair of shoes
A human among a million faces

All those cars
Stuck on a freeway
Paying a toll in time
Everyone mouthing the words
Silent songs of blind rage
Waiting to for the present
As little boys walk
On the side lines bare foot
You can hear the voices
Singing their silent songs

Who going to be president
Help pick up the pieces
One chance to change the world
dripping cynicism