A poem by Erik Green
Inoculate me oh God
To the darkness of my heart
Land which has fled into the arms
Of anesthetization, peculation
The demise of education
The art of murder without trepidation
They’re cultist drones of the video box
Marching in soporific waves of pheromones
Eating with ravenous minds they are
Gorged and sated
Technology’s antennae latched to their heads
Beep, ring, buzz, ding,
What? Yes? Oh what do you mean?
Never would our ancestors have foreseen
This, a terror, a horror like death
Apathy, ignorance, maelstrom, duress
Did it start with war in Europe?
Or Communism and reds
Or hippies or yuppies
Or kids with wild dreads?
Now there’s just not a purpose
Nor cause to be found
Idle hands, dismal sounds
For the children lost
Have no solace now
Friday, March 14, 2008
American kids
Posted by Erik and Angela Green at 2:12 PM
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1 comments:
Deep bro!! (In my best hippie sounding voice), however full of messages to think about!
Jennifer
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