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what
a world we lived into
greed and power
and someone said
young firm flesh
doesn’t matter what fantasy brought us
it’s every kind of weather at once
and there were pictures to prove
I had my back into all of this then
of course you can blame me
I have to be one of the ones
we’ve lived till now
and what a world
towers, palaces of cash
everyone everywhere armed to the teeth
always a quid in that
you won’t see the brink
just standing there
burn more
build more
foul the big nest
it crept up snakily
crashed through the wall
of where we were
that’s the now
someone coughed
someone else farted
heads rolled all the way to here
it’s every terror reigns from the sky
not here though
what we call terror must be aimed at us
we’re the only ones alive
the other ones are pictures
children, all innocence
bombed into the past
we see light from an ancient star
it’s the world goes off like a two-bob watch
we could be proverbial some day
doubt it ...
the ugly-minded rule like emperors
make instincts base to sell
what a world!
trust me
I wouldn’t lie
could kindness count?
could ingenuity?
war anywhere but where we are
that’s the white man’s way
and how did we get here?
we were sleeping till now
they’ll never take offence at that
but see where the fire got away?
wherever we’ve come from can’t matter now
but it’s who are
will be
all of the secrets till now vanished
it’s all of us off of the deep end now
not until this last sun rose
could we tune in
know what we were up for
soon we’ll be swimming in it
it was all a big secret till now
it’s like hide n seek
and here we come
ready or not
on your marks
once someone thought
to salute the sun
and I still do today
ReplyDeletea dozen yesses
not a no in sight
what a terrific poem