my dying son

My dying son,
Have you seen the people's worn down faces?
Always waiting, they can't escape
Son,
You refuse to see or hear them
You gaze over the stone wall
To the city
But you wont go in
Son,
Are you afraid
Of screams that resonate in our veins?
I know it's not comforting
Son,
Try to touch the sky
If that'll make you happy
But don't be sad when you see
You cannot claim the world
It belongs to many others
Dear, dear, son,
Why are your pockets always full
But your wallets always empty?
Desire often leads to nothing more than greed
Son,
I saw you take the bread of people
and toss the crust like it was nothing
Your still covered in crumbs
I can barely bare to look
Son,
Do not be afraid of what many others have done before
Arrows descend from the sky and you're doing nothing
But holding your breath and waiting to die
You must not fear death
You must ride hard into it