Storms Somewhere / Spare Parts

Locked & hidden in closets
 The children stare in horror
 Domestic violence only tells so much
 Enduring silence & unspoken words
 The pigs are there for entertainment
 To show America the trash
 It's on display, everyday
 Watching a family disintegrate
 Recording the tragedy in faces
 Scorned & beaten
 Mistreated abusive violence
 Is it entertainment, or society falling out?
 In foster homes they still hear the wars
 In silence & in darkness
 The quiet stirs anxiousness
 The slurs & beating are much louder
 And never, ever forgotten
 Harvested like the untrodden ground
 In labs & medical think tanks
 Used & new body parts to reconstruct humanity
 The wealthy sit first in line
 Having already decimated their health
 Through wretched irresponsible excess
 Buying back what has already faltered
 Doctors resort to genetic replacement
 Invoking the cursed unrestricted advancement
 Of biological medical harvesting
 The cloning & animal torture
 Soon transferred onto humankind
 Manipulating the pools of gene splicing
 We see our human frame reduced to spare parts
 Incubation of the festering evolution of fools