While our country lies broken, all battered and tattered
by monsters who want to be buttered and flattered
I gotta talk about something that actually matters
'Bout families who oughta be climbing the ladder
Caged like criminals, abused, shattered and scattered
Can't tell if it makes me madder or sadder but
I've studied the pattern and I think it's the latter
Gotta speak up, raise your voice over the clatter
Before you're face-down on a sidewalk where your brains are splattered
Thank you for your attention to this matter

Last night I went out to celebrate something. It was the future so I'm not exactly sure what I was celebrating, but
anyhow while driving on a bridge over the river quaff I stumbled across a hue or a clue and suddenly the future began to unfold in front of me.
Unfurl? Something about the wind.
Believe me, it's not just for swans that I bring you tidings...

Being wrong serves one right

I never forgot that face. Weatherworn from years of standing on a corner, holding his sign. 
"Anything will help. God Bless You"
It must have been twenty years ago now. I went through that intersection many times on the way to the lumber yard and there he would be.
Most of his nose was gone. Diabetes from drinking I supposed. The skin of his hands and face, well, one might imagine. Red rimmed, crystal blue eyes. Pleading smile.
His sign was always the same one. It seemed to be recycled from a piece of foam board or plastic. Another sign, I thought.
One day, I saw what was printed on the back, most of it torn or worn away.
What was left read simply, "DESTINY.COM"
To this day when I drive through that same intersection I see the curtain pulled back on our world. That particular man is long gone, often replaced by others, but none as memorable.