Now can you hear the call in our rambling land?
Susurrations that can expand
Beyond all hope of light
And plunge us into unrelenting night
A pall, a truth and reason
It feels like hunting season
So avoid those lines of sight
“Well nothing here looks new to me
But a score of mothers’ sons
Caught ‘tween the devil and the deep blue sea”
At a time when the youngest generations neither seek advise, nor heed direction,
the pillars of culture
have begun to bow,
as it seems like heaven is falling,
and who’s arms will raise up
to palm the stars
as they plummet to the crust?
“As I walk beneath the valley
I shall fear no evil
For thanks to King George and his rainbow cabinet
Today murder is legal
God I know that it’s wrong
To kill my brother for what he hasn’t done
And as the planes blacken the sky
It sounds like heaven is falling…”
“Just because the people before we built the road wrong, that does not mean we have to keep driving on the same fucking road!”
Dakkuan
