The Eye of Providence

Tattoos covering the skin
Words and images clearly
Telling the world how they feel
They have lost their smiles 
To the needle and the pills
Ghosts are not that hard to find
I tell you no lies
They are here in plain sight
Under the watchful eye 
Above the great seal
Out of the shadows
And into the street light
They are here on the Hill
They come and talk to me
Just to share their misery
And how they fell ill
Searching for the little love 
No one had left to give
They are among us 
Telling me about how
They found the entrance
To the pyramid on the 
Once mighty dollar bill