I want to write of a more natural way...
so as not to orphan dialog but yet convey
an articulate expression
on human aggression...
of an organism
with mechanisms
that manufacture euphemisms
in order to make humane,
even judicially sustain,
the most heinous acts of human oppression.
These are the keys to all the anthems
composed with the prose of countless poems
and we dance to the songs of unfurled
emblems,
of christians and jews and of dangerous
moslems.
At first we thirst for theorems
that elucidate the stratagems
which then ordain the subsystems
of all these hierarchical,
anti-anarchical
networks of modems
and cameras
that capture us
from Big Brother's totems.
And the military force,
is because of the wars
which, of course,
are the source
of all of our problems.
We've got problems, alright -
we seem to love to fight.
And we're taught that any plight
is the right of the right.
So why do they conquer, who champion God's
love,
who drink from the river he pours from above?
Because the spiritual leaders
manage the ritual feeders.
And in the Hour of Power
they'll sit in their pews,
faces tuned to the tower
for the preaching of the news.
For this is how they get their illegitimate paws
on the cash they stash to establish the laws
But their law ordains
by the way it constrains
what's in the brains
of the scriptural breeders.
The winds of doctrine here
of a western atmosphere
will permeate
and devastate
all those who adhere
to the simple laws of nature.
For should anyone adventure
to posit conjecture
that an endless war on terror
is in fact a war on culture...
Well, they'll surely feel
That terror is real
When, served long and thick,
democracy's prick
makes its way slowly
into all that is holy
then takes off with what it can steal
But the natural way
is to care for your brother
like you would of yourself
like you should of your mother
After the tribulations
and then after all the trails
there comes a more peaceful time.
Beyond justifications
both useless and worthwhile
long past judgement and crime.
I speak of when touching replaces the vote
when a nod legislates consent,
when the children i see
will one day be free
from the kings they call "President"
Their bark, as we've said
to the neighbors we dread,
is worse than its bureaucratic bite
so we swallow their policies
through fear-strangled throat,
consuming all of them, left and right
The money today that coins our living,
those trinkets with which we establish our
change
will give way to a more sustainable giving
when we're willing to live on the love we
exchange.
And the sun will yet rise in a natural way
on the beggars and bankers alike.
We'll love the unknown on that glorious day
and embrace what we once disliked