B-ism-i-LLAH-ir-RAHMAN-ir-RAHEEM

*In memory of Juan Carlos Cuellar*

anyone can say what's wrong but few really know what's right
it's easier to say no than commit your whole life
& there's a hypocrite born every minute
commentators need to stop hatin & be their own critics
i've never been one to lay back & watch the world spin
t.v. remotely controls souls stuck outside lookin in
i shut the screen off & checked the mirror
i saw somebody i hated & waited but he refused to disappear
went to the window & watched the world dying
one raindrop fell to match each of the tears all the world's youth are crying
every drop was a gem worth more than diamonds-
walk the desert in my shoes; tell me which would you be buyin?-
some die in droughts,
& some spend millions on old watercolor paintings
if they could they would buy the sunrise but they have nowhere to hang it
while stomachs starve,
deviants flush food away after counting the calories
they look the picture of health
their heart's like Cheney's: diseased
chains are taken off of wrists dipped in gold & placed on necks
slaves used to buy their own freedom now free men sell their souls for respect, expect
less & accept sex with regrets

do you remember where you were on the day the sun rose from the west?