Catastrophe

Copyright: 2/14/96
Catastrophe

When the big man puts his thumb on the pulse of the nation
He gets what he precisely deserves.

When the sky burns red and he sees life is coming to a halt
People buck and contort their nerves.

Catastrophic times will never cease and he knows what will happen
But does he think to do what's just?

The world is an angry planet burning uncontrollably out
Does the man thrive on his power trip lust?

When the end comes oh so near, do we blame him ourselves?
Is the world cursed or plagued?

When the man in charge destroys life and makes the wrong injust decision
Does the man conquer the rage?

When the man sails too high and mighty and decides to play God
Does he make a mistake? Is he sure?

When the man realizes his clenched fate, does he run or face the consequence?
How does he keep us all together pure?

The man swims his hands in the world's thriving, struggling national debt
Does he spend unwisely knowing in regret?

If the man thinks he can control all, doesn't he know he will be just as dead?
He leads us blindly, the stage now set.

When the man sits very cold and alone, does he remember the little people?
Can the man stand to be the only one left?

When the man realizes his own indigent farce, is it too late? Does he know?
The hours of the glass will shift.