An old mix sitting on my computer. I never thought the singing was good enough for the sample. I still don’t but maybe that’s appropriate.

I can’t sleep because of trumped up charges
And show trials in kangaroo courts
And no elections and rigged elections
And countries run by generals, armies shooting into crowds
Because of death squads and murder gangs
Because they’re poisoning the well with bodies
Because in some bunker or some boardroom or some bedroom
All out war is being planned by strategists
While the sky is shattering into splinters of terror
Because the refugee camp is overflowing
Because another child’s about to step onto a landmine
Because the women are being dragged into the forest by boy soldiers
Because it seems so futile fighting these monstrosities
Because power nearly always wins
And even when it loses it’s just a temporary setback
Because of all the homophobes around the globe
But mostly I can’t sleep because of your back and the back of your neck
Because my best shot wasn’t good enough
Because my best shot wasn’t good enough
It wasn’t even close, it didn’t even get close
Now you’re not here and I don’t know where you are
And every morning is the same morning
Chasing the same fading morning star