The evil piano

Why must they ferry that

 

wretched instrument around?

 

To all these sad

 

and tragic places?

 

 

 

They’re not the place

 

for that evil rock music.

 

What is it doing here? Why here?

 

Where the worst of man

 

reared its ugliest head.

 

 

 

Munich, Dallas, Ground Zero,

 

China, The death camps,

 

The Murrah building.

 

 

 

Can’t this world see?

 

That music like this,

 

men like him,

 

Lyrics like this,

 

cause these evil things?

 

Well, don’t they?

 

 

 

Or is it when faith and flag,

 

God and country,

 

Our most precious beliefs

 

are taken and twisted I

 

nto evil things themselves?

 

 

 

I can’t imagine anything

 

above us but only sky,

 

I’d be lost without God,

 

but there are times when

 

we look at the world…

 

 

 

And the piano player

 

who asked us

 

to imagine a world

 

without posessions,

 

religon or country,

 

 

 

When those pearls are tarnished

 

in their own defense.

 

Imagine a world without them?

 

I’m tempted to understand.

 

 

 

 

 

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