STEADY CALM by Tom Jensen
When we are the many
And they are the few
We shall never be forgiven
For what we failed to do
As the time came
When it was time to act
We turned our backs
Clinging to made up facts
Children crying in their mother’s arms
Fathers dying in wars like Vietnam
Vacant eyes
Formaldehyde smell
Following the trail
You know so well...
In this struggle for survival
The key is the journey not the arrival
It’s more the process less the prose
Where the wisdom’s found by those who know
‘Tis best to walk where the road don’t go
As everything speeds up
Is when it’s best to take it slow…
It quickens - the pace of the nation
And sickens - what some of us are facing
As the plot thickens - you forget what you were chasing
Those not stricken - stop sleepwalking and awaken
To all you spring chickens - can we unmake this forsaken aching creation?
I sense the sound of hesitation in your voice
I’ve found most of your frustration is by choice
Those afraid of confrontation shall be coerced
To either stand up for themselves or else lie down in a hearse
Day to day to day…
Today is worse
If you wanna make an omelette
Then sometimes you gotta break some heads
It don’t pay to be a chicken
Forever sitting on unhatched eggs
Here at the feast not everybody eats
Not everybody speaks
Even those who are able
But when the money’s on the line
And the cards are on the table
Someone’s bound to cheat
It happens every time
Hence the noose around the neck
Legs dance and then dangle
Silhouetting the gable
Now... things are back to normal
Everything all nice and stable
Steady Calm...
Yeah, I’ll wear that label