Third World Station

(Third World Station, from Beloved, by Juliet A. Wright, copyright 1991, all rights reserved.)  Third World Station

You can see the sadness in their eyes

Wondering how they got there

You can see despair in their faces

Wondering what went wrong

What led them to this space?

When did they take the fall?

They’re waiting for a bus

That doesn’t come at all

Third world station

Just off Second and Elm

Third world station

Uncle Sam at the helm

Third world station

It makes me wonder why

They feel like they’re trapped here forever

So do I

They stand in line

While the busses wait

But they never get on

Too far back to get ahead

They’ll always wait too long

Filthy faces and unwashed hair

Clothes all tattered and torn

There’s garbage everywhere

I hope I’m movin’ on

Third world station

Just off Second and Elm

Third world station

Uncle Sam at the helm

Third world station

It makes me want to cry

They feel like they’ll be here forever

So do I

hungry and dirty

Oil on my face

Destitute, lonely and

Going no place

We’re long since forgotten

By policies rotten

And choices of greed over grace

Fairytale dreams

have scarred up my soul

Prozac and Popov

have taken control

My Angel has fallen

The serpent is callin’

He’s ready to swallow me whole.

What led us to this space?

When did we take the fall

We’re waiting for a bus

That doesn’t come at all

Third world station

Just off second and elm

Third world station

Uncle Sam at the helm

Third world station

I’m dreaming of the afterlife

I guess they’ll sleep here forever

And so will I