classified ads, classified jokes, &, oh, them classified secrets. Secreting on Earth as a "stop-gap", until we're ripe & ready to collectively die by our own devices & comforts.
Spitting radiation death via corporate, capitalist (way-stations to that big Self-Hell group) (formerly Heaven) that all us "good-guys" bow down to, wishing our kids be heroes for the Right, (alive or dead, or comin'home sick and insane), from the never-ending Oil World War.
To the man who starts a war From the comfort of his vacation home Killing has never been so convenient As playing with your little drones Never having to see the looks upon their faces Or see the pain behind their eyes As you bomb them in their birthplaces Deaf to their desperate cries Blind to the atrocities of war Of the millions dying on the floor Their children crying at our door Such unimaginable gore The smell of burning flesh Is something you'll never have to smell Sending soldiers to clean up the mess ...
One hundred years. Enough time to think. Thoughts stretched. Love and loss. Memories bittersweet. For only dear memory...... Visions of the bygone. Rusty gates. Broken earth. The field of dreams. Harvests of faith. Long summer nights. Short winter days. A bruising life. Building character tall.
Love oneís lost. Scattering ash. Tales of adventure. Of hidden treasure. An old manís ranting. Longing for the good old days. A world now so fast... Tired hearts canít keep up. ...
We're watching with our teeth Full of food but hardly full Helping with our weak Sending our strong to die Idealistic fools † Broken bones † Set right to get Another breath But it is not our time yet † And I've tried to run Ive tried to become The very hate that man decided to succomb... † But we're strong Live in Ash Invite the sulfur in our lungs † It is our way Cowardace isn't a choice We have decided to Become.
Drenched in blood are the soils of foreign lands From toils of destruction by way of devils plans When will we understand that war is just a racket Putting blood in the sand & men in straight jackets
Shipped home like packages to melodies of TAPS Victims of carnage started by farce, political caps They'll then tap on the shoulders of Soldiers in wait Effecting families like boulders 'cause of its weight
Must learn from mistakes in after action reviews Not increasing the stakes by spreading fake news Choosing to do the...
Out the mouths of babes comes strength & praise Through the eyes of babes awareness gets raised Try seeing things from vantage points of the youth It sounds strange but the brave don't fear the truth
We must rally the troops; taking a stand arm in arm Battling the hate that's causing heartache & harm Avoiding being charmed by deceitful, political lies Consuming Lucky Charms in hopes that we may rise
The propeller note drones without turbulence, breathing is heavy onto glass and leather, the silence of blue stretches out simplicity.
Underneath, it taps in the slip stream, trapped on the wing, a mission incomplete. Pockets of air slap hard and shake it loose, rattles turn tranquil as the burden falls away.
Farmhouse kitchen, tea towel over sink, bacon sizzling, tiny shoes have just brought in fresh eggs. She smiles at the whistling, looks up at the morning, moments before the bomb slams through the roof.