Every Sacred Thing

Flash of the breast on the big screen, But no
Penetration or spark
Cut the claw from the tiger, de-fang the cobra so we
Can feel safe in the dark
Big money makes the decisions, big money owns all the
Gods
And I can’t help but laugh at the puzzled expression
When I say I won’t give to the cause
Is it any wonder that our spirits cry — Is it wonder
Something inside us dies
When we sanitize every sacred thing?
Paved over meadows for strip malls, or misguided
Notions of bliss
And I point to the universe shaking their shoulders
Saying «How can you need more than this?»
Five thousand years of repression, five thousand years
Of the lie
And I can’t help but hoping as I’m watching the
Changes, that maybe we’re watching it die
Maybe a storm cloud is coming or maybe it’s just a soft
Rain
And I don’t have the answers but every bone in my body
Is laughing or crying or screaming for change!
Is it any wonder that our spirits cry
Is it wonder — when we sanitize
Every sacred thing