Return To Manzanar - Anti-Heros

10 years after, his guts still churned, He packed his bag and he returned

To people like horses they were well bred, Beauty in the flesh but empty in the

head

They talked of money and trains so fast, Manicured smiles for the lower class

From a city on a hill where greed is sacred, They sneered at the world their

parents created

{All their cocaine and credit cards, Didn’t get them very far

All of their money and fancy cars, didn’t drive them far from Manzanar}

Black and white like a photograph, All that was good was in the past

The ground was amber waves of green, The future looked so serene

The people were cold, their edges sharp, Plastic mouths open out came the bark

You’re the under class, not like the rest, all your life you’ll be second best

A jury of peers or was it fate?

That turned all his love into hate

A snarling dog spitting out broken teeth, He fought every inch but the grade

was steep

Backed in a corner, they beat him down, a wreath of thorns for his boyhood crown

Not gonna live an eternity of shame, he killed himself and stole my name