
When the coldness of my heart comes haunting
and my eyes, blind stones survey
not seeing your humanity
your needs
your worth
When I sit like a cold lead slug on the throne of self-righteousness
and my serpent's tongue lashes unrelenting
remember I was forged in the fires of your neglect
and the sermon that I now so callously preach
is the gospel of reciprocity...

When the coldness of my heart comes haunting
and my eyes, blind stones survey
not seeing your humanity
your needs
your worth
When I sit like a cold lead slug on the throne of self-righteousness
and my serpent's tongue lashes unrelenting
remember I was forged in the fires of your neglect
and the sermon that I now so callously preach
is the gospel of reciprocity...

When the coldness of my heart comes haunting
and my eyes, blind stones survey
not seeing your humanity
your needs
your worth
When I sit like a cold lead slug on the throne of self-righteousness
and my serpent's tongue lashes unrelenting
remember I was forged in the fires of your neglect
and the sermon that I now so callously preach
is the gospel of reciprocity...
Nala (The $2 Philosopher) #artistsandpolitics