Prophet of Compassion

The original rock star who shot to fame;
Riding on a death star bursting into flames;
Nothing has changed… not even our shame;
Using just a name,to win a political game.

…..”We’re all bloodless and blind… And longing for a life… Beyond the silver moon.

I don’t want to fight… I’m tired of being sorry.

I’m standing in the street, crying out for you…. No one sees me but the silver moon.

So far away, so out of space… I’ve trashed myself, I’ve lost my way.

I’ve got to get to you.”

The beast was here all along…