OTHER TIMES by Tom Jensen
The more get less as less get more
They keep on raising the ceiling
While dropping the floor
The rich get richer
Those in the middle grow poor
When will the soldiers realize
They’ve been fighting the wrong war?
There’s a curtain of silence
Now draping over this island
It blows in from the highlands
Where everything’s in ruins
So many were trapped there stranded
Left right where they were standing
Poor fools lacking the tools
Who got caught not knowing the rules
We all know what leads you
Your reputation precedes you
You may say you’ve changed
Still no one believes you
Healing takes time
Mending broken minds
When the wound cut deep
To all the way inside
As my luxuries have become necessities
I’m being slowly stripped of my spirituality
This lack of harmony within humanity
Has begun eating away at me
I can’t decide if this is a side effect
Or the scheme behind the plan
I don’t know where it’s going
What I was or who I am
Positivity triggers mental agility
While negativity kills our ability
To foresee a future better than the present
As intuition tunes us in to what isn’t evident
Every pauper’s voice shall be equal to the president’s
When we get things right no more will we be hesitant
To speak out against what we feel isn’t right
Sometimes love heals other times it starts the fight