older than my age
younger with rage
musty haze
sweeps all that's sane
from the page
now the idiot's words
are the words of the sage
come watch me rattle
the bars of my cage
trying to create beauty
in a place and time
with a race
of hollow eyes and ears
who savour destruction and
ugliness
who favour factories over
open fields
who slave for years
to buy a better coffin
than the man next door
come watch me rattle
in wide-eyed infant wonder...
3 comments:
Very good. And so true for many.
...thanks Brian...we are all connected, all tied together with the same tough but seemingly delicate thread...recognizing that connection is what will save us from oblivion...
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