Triptych

The moon glowed gold tonight like
A tooth in the sky, curved to rend the flesh
Or just a horn of plenty gone to find itself some rest
Yes, the moon glowed gold tonight.

I was watching as it sneaked through the trees, yeah
Watch it travel in whatever way it pleased
A swarm of bees was buzzing all the day, yeah
I was sleeping for to make them go away.

To make everything the sun showed go away.

Now it's night again, Lord oh Lord
Time for all good men
To do the Christian thing and tuck in
But my spirit is tired; I don't know where it's been.

The city lights were dim and distant tonight
And I turned around, seeing black and white
Police car out of service made me nervous
Policemen are the Devil's children.

Now it's night again, Lord of Lords
Time for all true men
Who feel it in their hearts
To take shelter from the dark, unseeing.

What am I to be if not a human being?
What will all the people in the city think of me?
What will they whisper if they know that I'm not free?
What kind of coward is afraid of anything?
What kind of father will I make when the spring
Turns to summer and a mother feels I'm not worth a thing?
What about the fall when the animals call
What about the changing of the old roles for all?
What about love when the chill of winter crawls
Over mountains where the people make their sprawl?
What about the memories of names etched in a wall
Dying to save what was always bound to fall?
Why all the tears when they met you in the hall?
Why so many cheers when the other man's gone?
Got what he gave out and now the righteous ones bawl
Who kept their sons here to play scholarship football
Only the poor and desperate ever heed the call
Huns of California trying to build a new wall
Me I've got my own life and it hasn't got room
For fighting any wars or have me marching off to doom
To see the zippered body bags who's harvest came too soon
To see the coffins stacked up to the moon.

Some people need anger management for stress
Others compassion in a crash-course lesson
Some need to learn tact
Others need to learn to look back
At themselves in the mirror when they
Hear their words of vitriol attack.

Some people should go dig a hole and die
Some people would like just that
But they don't know how
Some people live like robots and can't say why
They persist in doing what they do
Some people are evil yet they haven't got a clue.

The moon glowed gold tonight like
A fang in the sky, curved to rend the flesh
Or maybe just a baby out to find itself some rest
Who the righteous bless can never truly die
Under the ribbon of a milky white sky, yes
The moon glowed gold tonight.

God save our souls tonight.