Fire's out In the tree covers No goods stolen Only shade under trees Still financed easily And paper's weary Burned out Searching for ice caps Head is in a thunderous dream And blankets it's sleep in the blinding breeze Even the paintings With colluding creativity When polity finds it's gravity Like mockingbirds in the trees
There must be people who remember World War II and the Holocaust who can help us get out of this rut.-Martin Scorcese