(This was inspired by Charles Dickens "A Tale of Two Cities)
New faces, new places, they travel each day, searching for redemption, revival, anything.
They have left the land of no hope, for that city upon a hill, they have left, they have left with a will.
yet the hunger it lay in the streets, yes the hunger lay in the streets.
Onward citizens, onward, search for the elusive medal, nugget, hope, hope!
Faces of gaunt children, and balding men, hair receding hope retreating.
Down at the bank, down at the store, there is hunger
hunger in the streets, yes hunger.
Then a cry, faint in its beginning, faint, who would have guessed the ignominy that they suffer, as their hopes fail them.
Stark reality, freedoms tossed as they do what they must to survive.
Ho then congressman!
Ho then tax man!
We have no bread to tax, take pity!
They lay, corpses in their chairs, their lives have ceased as they stare out the window, glossy eyed.
Who will give them breath again? Breathe, sigh, their children cry,
On you we rely!
Yet words and tears fall on deaf ears, silent fears, wasted years.
Yearning rising, yearning boom, fought for and paid on the backs of laborers,
barons searching, searching for newer and better.
Yet striving they fought
Onward and upward bless this house,
stretch forth and cry, enemies of my heart,
I will fight for the freedom of singing in the streets!
Many generations have passed, they knew and took for granted upward progression,
Ignominy they thought could never last, all deserve 15 min. of fame, so they say.
Nameless faceless masses stand
crying hallelujah let us live!
How do you carry, the waters of life, when they are slowly leaking away? Your shelter was built, your life was planned, yet now you have no place to stay.
You wander in hunger, for heaven to send, redemption for what you have done, your fears, your tears and all of the years, you have worked and you've bled on the throne.
The throne of deception, the throne of desire, you added more to it and your hopes they rose higher. So you worked and you planned and all of your dreams, they were dashed in the sand on the streets,
hunger lay, yes the hunger lay there
Hearts have stilled with the news,
In the streets there is a hunger, a preponderance of insanity as lies are told and swallowed, we are told there is nothing to fear.
No one has listened, to what was said between the lines, who knows what the silence means.
A presence is felt the grim reaper himself, Charon awaits, gratified.
With each stone that falls from the foundation, unheeded, each step in the sand an illusion. You grasp for something, grasping, grasping...
and the children they cry in the streets, yes the children they cry in the streets.