the wheels are dragging
on the bandwagon
everyone is jumping on
though they try
they all can't ride
only one can drive
it's just too many
sadly some must die
hail to the ones alive
babies suckle but still
they cry mother suffering
the milk has soured
in their stomachs
too sickly to go
any further into
the wilderness
it's obvious there's
no promise land
to recover when we
all discover what has
become us it will
no longer be summers
icing the lights over
feeling like no ones
child just one who
came and stayed awhile
seen enough to
pray out loud