FENCES By Tom Jensen
Fences...
I see more fences
springing up everyday...
There are people
paid to separate people
Who are lining up
to stand in the way
Of the profits of the prophets
Who create the media slaves, yeah
Who dictate who gets to divide the riches
Who gets to go diving with the fishes
And who gets to migrate and escape
Before it gets to be too late
Fences...
I see more fences
springing up everyday...
Forcing us to choose sides
In this great divide
Between the people and the state
This state of confusion
A perpetual illusion
Of entertainment, sex,
death, of who's next,
Of celebrity, sport, fear and hate
Like me you want to get away
Want to find yourself
some kind of inner wealth
A reason to carry on
My dearest one
A reason to stay awake
Fences...
I see more fences
springing up everyday
Seems all those in line
Are blind to the times
Either wearing rose-colored glasses
Or being kept in the shade
The trees are tall
when you follow
every letter of the law
Straight to the 'T'
And yet fundamentally disagree
Failing to fully appreciate
the fact that fences
When used as defenses
are completely senseless
Especially when humans
are turned into machines
I see power serving power
I see snipers in the tower
I see the faces of the crying
I see truth from people dying
I see walls that keeps getting higher
I see more kindling being thrown on the fire
I see people scared and losing faith
And not being able to think straight
Fences...I see more fences...
Springing up everyday