there's the risk you take
when your right foot leads your left
as you breathe the air in
and lack a focus on death
feel it rise up again
conduit to push through your doubt
as you evade him on the corner
asking to be helped out
and you angrily reject
handcuffs on subpoenaed suspect
asking for the rolls of thunder
because you don't want to own his hunger
you've run a risky game
by mere existence
expect you to cry out
but there's no onion to mince
nor a gracious depth
to a charcoal hard heart
taught to love one another
yet no idea how to start
so you angrily reject
tried and true American defect
asking for rumbles of thunder
because you don't have to own his hunger