we can't breathe
intellectually
a few break out,
evolve
jump the passing cloud
mudskippers do their part
to be unique
but are rare and unsocial
and world's apart
our culture, a fishbowl
with propaganda to eat
munch munch
munching
and we're stuck wondering
what could possibly lay outside this battlefront's heat
too scared to make a move,
too mesmerized, too fooled
by the gods who reach down their hands and tell us
we're not fools,
no,
we're not fools
a lil taste of heaven,
on the hour
of every day
we're meant for the fishbowl
(or so we are told)
to swim and feed
and look pretty in pink
linds. august 2002.
above the towering billow of smoke
above the ash, now plowed
over, it's over
ground 0,
a new beginning from a disastrous end
?
i want a clear view
i need to know
what have we learned
from all this hate&spite
"loving our brothers" is heading for the door
cuz all this finger pointing
is getting me right down
all this unchecked rage
and politics gone wrong
(were they ever right? always. in the minds of those holding the mike)
we're taught to fight
our media-sworn enemies
it's us versus them
but what of accepting our differences
letting children grow as children
not as sympathy-stripped, ravaged war victims
(rag dolls in the game of some very crazy 'adults')
a landmine or several thousand
fields of poppies, turning a profit
for warlords and dictators
and a whole lot of hatred
towards one single nation
towards one big cock
one whose main concern seems to always come
down the barrel of one very big gun
lindz. january 2003.
take what they've said
what we've seen, what we've read
as bystanders to hate-fuelled deeds
horrible years of justice redeemed
of evil made possible
by some media man's animal scene
do we fall for revenge
or go along with the scheme?
(to ruin the world
now we join together,
now we become
extinct)
syphon off the crucial bits and sew
a patchwork quilt
of images of fear
world events that made their mark
on an otherwise ordinary calendar year
through the eyes of darkness
an axis spinning
spinning
spun of evil
and scapegoats
of a power too absorbed with itself
to feel
strutting about
proud cock
its reign crosses borders
its reign no one dares mock