Edgar Now!

A rose bush brings light to the ghetto.
So many houses, rows and rows.
Dark skinned is one way to be,
Light skinned is another,
Both have their sewers all draining to the sea.

All they wanted was a hero to save them from dark destiny.

In wayward times a hero appears.
When times are good, nobody notices.

Whether true or false,
A hero appears only during war.
Now if I see a hero, I look for the war.

The first hero was a woman, protecting the house we lived in.
The house was called wisdom, and she was a woman too.
To love and shield her was her man's job. Calm, quiet, and serene.

The dark destiny came to them, each in their own way.
Wisdom grew dark and shadows took over.
Glitter blinded those from seeing whence the light came.

Man grew decadent, boastful without cause,
enslaved his own wife to his new vile ways.

Woman, she succumbed, to that Man's false greatness,
twisting her knowing to follow his way.

A rose bush brings light to the ghetto.
That subtle war which everyone knows.

Crying for the woman who knows not her heart.
Teeth barred toward the man who knows not true feeling.

A rose bush brings light to the ghetto.
And many thorns shall pierce those who wish to trample it.