Here Where We're At, I Know You Mean Well Poem by James McLain

Here where we're at I know you mean well
Some have come and gone from the four corners of the world
Where to many believe all the lies that are told
When I was young I followed the wrong crowds in the streets
Trying to find out just where I belonged
Where a boy's not a man and a man's not a boy

Now here in America the waters not clean
And mammon they have followed and too long they have known
It's not now safe to drink
Now how many women and men are in love, love and the price
That you know and it's costs
Sold on each war and the debts that we pay
Yes the dust in the air casts out blood red moonlight
Kneeling in the shade we can't catch our own breath

Few know the game but more know the pain of chasing
A dragon that burns in the rain
And it's only here where they read what I write
Fighting the fight here the corrupt will not fight
And about that one God and his each different house
Placing a chip in your children's head and changing
The way about what genius is

No matter how bright it's all still out of reach
Here where I live the homeless are jailed
And a profit must give but here must never take
Where worse for wear again I must be born
To read about what I in some other life
Now have misgivings about what's now going on
Where the ice that has melted must flow out somewhere
To change what's been done the people must care

Being poor, dreams are only drempt while asleep
Walls without door's now are all that are seen
Awaken each mind each mind lucid that thinks that someone
Else will solve each their own out of reach
While wisdom is lost none now dare to think to think
About you that they care


Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2017