HIDDEN EVILS By Tom Jensen
Tick tock,
back and forth
moves the clock
But time stands still
on this here block
All the people here are doing
the same thing as yesterday
Satisfied with repetition but
what a price they pay
Tick tock
Try to remember to think
of happy thoughts
When your hands are bleeding
from untying the knots
The knots that stake you
to your chain of being
While you try to make your eyes believe
That its not real what they are seeing
Tick tock
What are you thinking as
youre sitting at your table?
Are you still wondering
if you are able
To chase those dreams as fast
as you could so many years ago?
Have you misplaced the self
that you once used to know?
Tick tock
For just when thought youve figured
all the important things out
Some situation occurs and returns
your previous doubts
The doubts which we
all sometimes posses
The reason we lose hope
when the world is a mess
Tick tock
A crying teen wonders
how much more she can handle
As a mangy dog digs through trash
and howls at the wind
Meanwhile a priest in his church
lights a holy candle
For all of his lost children
who have suffered and sinned
Tick tock
Son lays awake all night
dreaming of tomorrow
Grandmother prays for her soul
to be saved
Father works his second job,
his eyes full of sorrow
Mother wonders how
the bills will get paid
Tick Tock
A child born of racists,
his heart fills with hate
Paint chips fall off the wall
of the liquor store
An abandoned building becomes
home to a family of eight
The donation bin stays empty
while collecting for the poor
Tick tock
A pigeon wanders aimlessly
unsure of where to look for food
A wrinkled and ripped newspaper
blows around in the park
A homeless man on a bench
awakes in a foul mood
As night falls all thats wrong
with the world is covered by dark
Tick tock
back and forth moves the clock
But time stands still
on this here block
All the people here are doing
the same thing as yesterday
Satisfied with repetition but
what a price they pay
Tick tock
Try to remember to think
of happy thoughts
When your hands are bleeding
from untying the knots
The knots that stake you
to your chain of being
While you try to make your eyes believe
That its not real what they are seeing
Like the maid in the kitchen
Cleaning the same old drapes
And the man face down in the gutter
With seemingly no hope of escape
Tick tock