Identity...The Decline of Culture

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The gardens are bereft of flowers
The heat vaporized thought and order
The traveler wanders with no destination as all has been seen
The intellectual abandons the fight and forgets sight
Somewhere between Earth and sky
the root of civilization dies slowly with no water
Praying for rivers lusting for flowing ripples searching for a message
Its rivers constrained by dams of old robes
We are the drowned migrating birds with green plumage
We do not permit our clocks such precise appointments
We are the meeting of strangers
We banter of how each village must be a great city
That new life gives birth to new lines of workers
Selling our strength out in the street
Under the rain of bullets, the sun's iron flames
We shall carve the words of capitalism despite the weight of chains
While big brother sits silent rather pleased by us disciples
The facts are infinite as I am finite
We'd be bored if not for the violence
and still we're called revolutionary
The writer stands opposite a nation
eulogizing for the thousands in metaphorical prisons
My country grieves in its own boundaries
And in other people's land suffers exile
Statements of numbers shielding the equation
And no doubt that's why wheat can cause riots
Great sacrificial events occurring all over the Earth
We watch as precious stars are extinguished one by one
Eating the offering of stones from those who have pure water and fresh bread
How they feed our thirst, fatten our fear, and hide in the basements of our gullibility
The minute hand chases the hour hand
Sure to overtake it and ultimately that which is visible
And that which is not go out as one
What is done can't be undone
The dark precedes the sun
The sun destroys the dark.
Reality precedes dreams, and then dreams destroy reality.
Birds migrate, but we have transmigrated within one lifetime.
You pull the trigger I die inside a word...
Identity