Home and other frustrations

This city is melting beneath the sun
The screen plays have all been written and rewritten
Plastic is melting upon abandoned integrity from the faces
We're a rebellion of what matters
Retreating like defeated soldiers on the run
Trying to find solace in canyons like the laurel children of days past
Their guitars don't play in our mountains
To the poets songs, no computer required for these messages
There used to be integrity that dripped from iron fists
Anger that bred unity
Then it softened and passed a spliff
Today the kids on corners just don't speak the truth to me
They hide beneath bad haircuts
And a shared complaint that nobody feels the
Pain they do when they go home to mom and dad
Comfort just breeds complacency
No one's bringing on a change
Maybe I'm just getting old but this garbage breaks my heart
I want to turn off all the lights and
Rewind back to start.