Saturday, December 6, 2008

tradition

closer

it’s coming

day

without light

it’s

night

growing thick

with the sighs

of the sick

the wounded the dying

the hungry

the crying

they’re blocking our path

snapshots

of the aftermath

we left just behind us

always there to remind us

of what we’ve

accomplished

and what we’ve

been trying

so we shove them aside

and continue

to hide

beneath white picket fences

our only defenses til

we’re slapped in the face

and come

back to our senses

and see that

these messes

are our own offenses

and maybe it’s you

who died

and maybe these walls are starting to cave

but that concrete octopus

continues to pave

whatever you’ve got

hey

buy or be bought

and

forget anyone with

original thought

just give up

you’re caught

no need to be brave

we continue to fight and

regress to the

right

see how far we’ve come

is the song that we hum

as we all

march along beating

one single drum

and our bodies

go numb

in a field of

white

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