THE GHOST OF PHIL OCHS

When you see homeless people on the street,
When you see people, with no food to eat,
Thank your lucky stars, it is not you.
The luck of the draw pulled you through.

There but for fortune, go you and I,
The ghost of Phil Ochs goes walking by.

When you see the floodwaters come,
The tsunami beats down like a drum,
Upon a house made of sticks, not bricks,
At the mercy of the wild waters’ tricks.

There but for fortune, go you and I,
The ghost of Phil Ochs goes floating by.

When the drone attacks a brother,
Fast asleep in the arms of his mother,
While the sister hides deep in a hole,
Death wreaks havoc upon her soul.

There but for fortune, go you and I,
The ghost of Phil Ochs goes flying by.

When you see a kid getting beat,
He hangs his head down in defeat.
When you see an old man abused,
Or an innocent man falsely accused.

There but for fortune, go you and I,
The ghost of Phil Ochs goes crawling by.

When you see the massive poverty,
Beside the audacity of private property,
The inequity of the rich and poor,
The refugees of genocide and war.

There but for fortune, go you and I,
The ghost of Phil Ochs goes drifting by.

Whenever the starving baby dies,
His stomach swollen, his mother cries,
Too weak to swat the flies from his eyes,
While the rich man turns away and sighs.

There but for fortune, go you and I,
The ghost of Phil Ochs is wondering why.

So when you see the homeless on the street,
When you see people, with no food to eat,
Thank your lucky stars, it is not you.
The luck of the draw pulled you through.

There but for fortune, go you and I,
The ghost of Phil Ochs goes walking by.