and in the horror of a crime against humanity in the ashes of multinational slaughter the pains of labour cry out from the shadows of support, training and funding the birth of disbelief screams with the ghosts of the victims untold millions killed in Korea Cambodia Vietnam Lebanon Palestine Yugoslavia Somalia Haiti El Salvador Nicaragua Panama Dominican Republic ... ... the terrorists and their supporters declared war on the United States, and war is what they got (George W Bush, 2004 State of the Nation Address)
we creep and crawl around the edges of humanity reality blurring in a pretense of progress you are I am incipient creatures bound in this existence seperated by patriotism medals of nationalistic jingoism choking altruism inspiring love of self declaring self realisation without the knowledge that I am you and you are me a universality
our brief snatched glances reveal the sweet hint of expectation shades of heat emanate unspoken words and our kiss seals the silence of infinity pulsing between us
she came from a world of trust and acquiescence where shame faded into the distant night where old coats doubled as blankets and strange words were uttered in hushed secret whispers the habitual patterns of shared experiences dimmed into normality “least said" "soonest mended” yet the end didn’t come and the burgeoning inadequacies strove for release screaming deeply inside her against the spellbinding words “our little secret” “just you and me” horror mixed with respect served to forestall any cry for help creating guilt and dread which would play in her mind forever
imprisoned yet free like the waves bordered by a forgiving land separate inviolate unison of thought and action comparisons of benefaction a straightened tie the badge of a love surpassing all futility
poverty and deprivation essential ingredients of a society with riches for the few maintained with the soothing power of batons and bread for the masses pretexts of protection used to oppress and cajole escalating laws ensnaring the subversion of free thought a ruling class unwilling to relax it’s grip afraid of reform blinkered to the coming revolution
life eases forward once it’s begun rain clouds can make way for a brilliant sun time crawls along on the waves of desire spreading it’s light perhaps raising us higher yet the day of the scythe is sure to come grim reaper of all complete or undone
who can see the mysteries of me faint cloud of brief humanity loaded and ready with a fluent insanity glorious rose garden well trimmed and maintained but the weeds have their way they won’t be constrained I’ve seen all the films and I’ve read all the books about guys with big egos and girls with good looks there’s something I know and that’s for sure you cant beat death there isn’t a cure
the perfect programme is installed and ready to ensure continuation of the best of creation six times seven is forty two this way for the answer to feeling blue create the need for regeneration simple way of multiplication but somehow the dream programmers set it in motion a strange and perturbing alien notion punching in the routines one and one is two, it’s said but love may fall from a twin bed
a faithful trance may be required but it’s not the way that I’ve been wired it seems I’m free , or so I think could this be the missing link the taste of stupor gave way to light with that one glorious apple bite and now we have control you see an automaton no not me
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