Old gods

If I could slip out the side I would

of this old dusty dress too tight no good

and run off naked in the night's warm breeze

to a moonlit shore, fall down on my knees

and pray the old gods take me then and there

to some other place where I shan't have no cares

of this land's burning, fires of greed and hate

far from the crush of men who just won't wait

to get inside a box and shoot at speed

to their metal cages so that they can feed

the monsters of this crazy time

while thinking things are all just fine

but I'm laced too tight by my own fears

that fight this heart's aching grief, these tears

so my despair I try to ignore

and lose all hope of finding freedom's door

still some times at night I hear a tune

emerge from the starry sky and moon

and in my dreams I find release

in a land of truth, love and peace