Hiding Your Heads In The Dirt Poem by James McLain

Here there are some where you there you will go
where the evil you've done here it shows.
The evil thoughts that you have
of all of the things that in this life you have done.
Most of U.S. here float around in a myriad of colors
taking what little you have.
Knowing they know with full knowledge to take
what little that's left of your soul.
Promoting your poverty in poverty you live while
in poverty your children must grow.
Thinking more money by having them you will have.
Ignorance kills each child that you made while
you just make more for their slums.
Puppet's will come those same puppet's will go
while the prophets unlike back then fewer come.
Capitalism hides it's brown leaves like those on each tree
stripped from the heart that promoted bad health
on all of the faces that are spied.
While even in death a profit they make creating debt
your children can't pay.
What you have grown is all they can take and why
from your dried up loins they need more.
When your babies with eyes deformed on each face
don't match the babies you make without souls.
You hold them up while they die in the sun.
Crushed they are killed backwards pulled out by their feet
sniping the bud from the head of the rose when
none come have come back from dead.
Heads in the sand whispers of love knowing there is no love
left to give as you live inside of empty heads
killing all that you made.
While when alive those large empty heads in the dirt more
hopeless children you make to be blind.
So why then do the impoverished here and there think that
by bringing more of them in
than by leaving them there, how in this world
can more money be made and you be the wealthier for.
When you deny it was just to have sex nothing more.