The Moon's Been Gone for Hours

Surrounded by hands and faces

I'm clutching my baggage and ringing my bell of help

I don't think it will be heard

There are too many shuffling feet and shivering teeth

The moon's been gone for hours now

And her make up needs reapplying

I wonder who she's with, or if she needs my help

Many a man surround her pockets,

They only covert what is in her pockets,

I clutch my luggage and stare fiercely into the wall

We are waiting for transportation, me and my luggage

A moving mouth has made contact

And the dust it looks friendly now

All the dollars I paid to one phone owning hand are well earned

It only makes me wonder where they go or what they do

And what lays beneath the dust

Under the eye of untrust

The badged and uniform wearing authoritarians

They are graced with notes from all sides of the world

And they seem to be in charge

But then I wouldn't know

The madness in this city glows,

And my comfort in this chaos grows

For we are taken care of well,

And driven to and form our luxury shell

Machine gun man stands by the door, to protect us

I like it here, think I'll come back for more