Hunger & Fear by Noah Kleiman, 2011

Well I smell your hunger, and your desperation
and it carries on the wind, for many miles away
and it scares away birds, and, frightens the fishes,
makes the mighty bison , feel like hiding away

They say hunger and fear they’re, good motivation
when your very survival is all that’s at stake
but as people evolved, and built civilization
the hunger was fed, but, the fear still remains

and it lives with the miners, in the dark of the mine shaft
and it grows in the fields where the poor children play
and it spreads to the hearts of the men and the women
working under your thumb in this office all day.

It’s in the net of the fishermen, set adrift on a stormy sea
on the lips of a dying man, as the world fades away
but i’d sooner fade softly, all alone on the ocean
than ever let fear make a puppet of me

For one hundred days I’ve been your willing brother
I’ve been a good partner and a top advocate
But the day came when fear, and, anxiety called you
and they rocked at your cradle and they rattled your gate

So you came to my table, and you poisoned my drink , friend.
Broke the skin of my waters, by throwing soap in the tank.
and the boats that were floating, in that sacred harbor
slowly filled with water, then floundered and sank.

They say hunger and fear they’re, good motivation
when your very survival is all that’s at stake
but as people evolved, and built civilization
the hunger was fed, but, the fear still remains

and it lives with the miners, in the dark of the mine shaft
and it grows in the fields where the poor children play
and it spreads to the hearts of the men and the women
working under your thumb in this office all day.