Chapter Eighty-One HOMELESS IN AMERICA [ to the tune "Helpless" by Neil Young ]                     There is a land called America                     Where great wealth and fortune abound                     Over a million have more than three tv's                     While homeless folk sleep on the ground                     There is a congress in America                     Whose pursuit of power has no end                     They vote to screw the common workingman                     While pretending to be our friend                     Leave us homeless, homeless, homeless                     Can anyone hear us when we cry?                     Leave us homeless, homeless, homeless                     Does anyone care if we live or die?                     There are some leaders in America                     Who can't see the forest or the trees                     They intend to rape whatever is left to rape                     Let the corporate gods do as they please                     Rather than use the people's hard-earned tax                     To fund new jobs and cover our health                     They wage war and put lasers in the sky                     To up the total of the war-machine wealth                     Leave us homeless, homeless, homeless                     Man on the moon, will you drown in blood?                     Leave us homeless, homeless, homeless                     Will we survive Armageddon's flood?                     There is a church in America                     Coalition religon of cancer sore                     They're too busy carrying abortion signs                     To lend a hand to the sick and poor                     Singing praises to their stain-glass god                     They pass the plate for us to fill                     Opposing plans to help all those in need                     They vote for thieves of Capitol Hill                     Leave us homeless, homeless, homeless                     Man on the white horse, can you hear us when we call?                     Leave us homeless, homeless, homeless                     Will America survive or will she fall?                     Leave us helpless, helpless, helpless . . . * America's Second Harvest Bridge School       Dream Foundation Union of Concerned Scientists       Tides The Stephen Stills Children's Music Project DEDICATED TO:  Bridge School and the Neil Young Family---long may you run. Also dedicated to  David Crosby, Stephen Stills & Graham Nash; may We The People "stand and be counted" until our American dream sees daylight once again. *FootNote:  Inspired by the collected works of Neil Young.  A friend was discussing the songs of Mr. Young with the author one day when we realized that both of us had independently arrived at the same conclusion:  At first listen, an individual song of Mr. Young's is generally interesting and pleasant to hear, yet it doesn't seem to say a whole lot, at least not in any kind of obvious and 'preachy' sort of way.  But if one listens to the collected works of Neil Young, between the grooves emerges practically everything that matters regarding the cause of Human and Civil Rights; concern for the poor, respect for the farmer and working-class, reverence for the environment, respect and empathy for the American Indian Nations, Human Rights, Civil Rights, women's rights and in particular, individual respect, worth and freedom. There are would-be poets who attend expensive universities and seminars to fine-tune their often feeble attempts at art and there are poets whose lyric emit longings of the soul and heart, which such talent cannot be purchased with silver or gold, nor taught by a professor of rhyme.  One has to travel a long way to find a better example of the latter type of poet than Neil Young. . .  Perhaps, as far back as the heart of King David himself.             'Click Here' To Purchase This Book 'Click Here to eMail the Author Copyright © August 20th, 2003 by Richard Aberdeen. No part of this material may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including printing, photocopying, recording or by any information storage or retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher and signed by the author.  Inquiries: Freedom Tracks Records or requested via eMail.  Essays entitled Revolution and Revolution - Side B are open copyright and may be reproduced as often as one likes.