In carnage memories mourn their loved ones
Rage boils over the top of the cooking ***
And genocide fits only the ideologies mad men
People
Are not
Good
To each other
We
Create policies
Supporting a mind
So twisted
So dark
So far gone
The only
Light to
Reach it is
A spark from
A gun of
A Revolution
How did humanity grow so weak
To turn so quickly to hate through violence?
How does humanity not see in the
Flickering eyes of the dead our communion?
How does humanity not feel the screams
That echo silently below our trembling feet?
The past
Is now present
The fight
Has a new face
Bullets are
Pixilated
Transformed
Ordered &
Backordered
On sale at
Half - Price
When bought
In Bulk
There is no message
That has not yet
Been said
There have been marches,
Rallies, songs, poems,
Dances, deaths, burnings, battles,
Readings, money making, publishing,
Shooting, knifing, bleeding, gouging,
And destroying all in the name
Of the message
And as the naked children
Of Eden weep -
Their home once flourishing,
Flagrant, lined with grass speckled
With crystalline dew -
Smells now of smoldering
Grey plumes of poisonous maroons
We,
We humanity,
Show no shame
In our pressed suits
Or clear magazines or golf carts
Or gold plated teeth
We have forgotten
Humanity
For the pleasure
Of our own
Selfishness stinks
Like diamonds
And fresh bread and
Nail Polish
Time
Does not
Care for
Us
Yet we
Care so deeply
For It
Time cares for us
Like we care
For the ant
Or the fly who buzzes
And we swat away
Without hint of an emotion
The wind blows
As the first rain of
Spring starts to sprinkle
On the cobble stones
Of a city spared
For their branded cowardice
The eyes blink
The clouds dissolve
The moon cracks for
One last time
As the
Fading music
In a
Near-by cafe
Comes to a dry
Empty
Silence
Apr 24, 2012
Apr 24, 2012 at 3:27 PM UTC
In carnage memories mourn their loved ones
Rage boils over the top of the cooking ***
And genocide fits only the ideologies mad men
People
Are not
Good
To each other
We
Create policies
Supporting a mind
So twisted
So dark
So far gone
The only
Light to
Reach it is
A spark from
A gun of
A Revolution
How did humanity grow so weak
To turn so quickly to hate through violence?
How does humanity not see in the
Flickering eyes of the dead our communion?
How does humanity not feel the screams
That echo silently below our trembling feet?
The past
Is now present
The fight
Has a new face
Bullets are
Pixilated
Transformed
Ordered &
Backordered
On sale at
Half - Price
When bought
In Bulk
There is no message
That has not yet
Been said
There have been marches,
Rallies, songs, poems,
Dances, deaths, burnings, battles,
Readings, money making, publishing,
Shooting, knifing, bleeding, gouging,
And destroying all in the name
Of the message
And as the naked children
Of Eden weep -
Their home once flourishing,
Flagrant, lined with grass speckled
With crystalline dew -
Smells now of smoldering
Grey plumes of poisonous maroons
We,
We humanity,
Show no shame
In our pressed suits
Or clear magazines or golf carts
Or gold plated teeth
We have forgotten
Humanity
For the pleasure
Of our own
Selfishness stinks
Like diamonds
And fresh bread and
Nail Polish
Time
Does not
Care for
Us
Yet we
Care so deeply
For It
Time cares for us
Like we care
For the ant
Or the fly who buzzes
And we swat away
Without hint of an emotion
The wind blows
As the first rain of
Spring starts to sprinkle
On the cobble stones
Of a city spared
For their branded cowardice
The eyes blink
The clouds dissolve
The moon cracks for
One last time
As the
Fading music
In a
Near-by cafe
Comes to a dry
Empty
Silence