The Price of Doing Nothing
The price of doing nothing
Is a price that’s paid in lives.
Bloody mothers, holding children
Too late now for goodbyes.
The price of doing nothing
Is paid with hatred in the streets.
Another cop kills a man
On his neighborhood beat
The news man says it’s bleak,
The news man turns his seat,
A new segment starts
On summer theme parks
While the kids play by the creek.
The price of doing nothing
Is paid for in lost love.
Prayers to one up above,
Prayers turn to shove,
Prayers don’t do shit
But keep the world turning
Long enough for another to bite the bit.
The price of doing nothing
Is one we needn’t pay.
We can do something now,
Kill the golden cow,
And tomorrow?
Tomorrow will be a better day.
The price of doing nothing
Is weighing me down
And my pockets come up empty.
I hear them ask
What can we do now?
I whisper one word,
“Plenty.”