Bad Wakings
From Peoples Library of Occupied Vancouver
The child screams
he is two
has seen his mother beaten
father stabbed
in disagreeements
between the two
money and power
are prevalent
for what they're worth
cheap thrills in dull lives
the babies face is pale
(you know...has a knowing look)
no one is innocent
we're all to blame
the child screams
I hear my name
etched on a mind
that has no memory
carved on a heart
free from a soul
will he dance?
will he fly?
will he sing?
will he ever try?
hatred...keeps us apart
love...keeps us alone
the crack head
tells the mother
the child
needs counselling
deep laughter
shakes the night
