Words to the World in a Windstorm, or,
Loose Thoughts Written in Poetry Format
in my Notebook Throughout Today,
8/26/04.
Drop another bomb,
kill to show killing is wrong
spill the blood of another innocent:
expendable in the light of your `greater cause';
just collateral damage;
acceptable losses.
You just don't get it.
If we never change our ways,
we'll never make it.
Tell us lies to comfort us.
Bring on another war to help the economy.
You'll just never understand.
until there's no other choice:
how you make frog soup,
what happens when one hand
stabs the other.
Soldier, you don't fight for our freedom --
sometimes, you don't even fight for the recognition of it.
You kill in rage and it's evil, but you
kill in the name of your country and it's honorable;
kill in the name of your god and it's honorable?
You commit suicide and it's evil, but you
die `for your country' and it's honorable;
die `in the name' of your god and it's honorable?
Tell us more lies just to comfort us.
And with your wars, your parade of death, you
kill for revenge
kill for resourses
kill over relgion and property,
I don't know, none of this ever really made sense to me,
becoming the enemy to defeat the enemy --
it always seemed to me that fighting
fire with fire always fed the fire.
To drop another bomb:
you there, you trade your freedom, your liberty
for just another greater illusion of safety, of security
you just go and run to their waiting cells and chains
to secure your freedom
and bitch in the wake when you
find that you're all slaves.
To drop another bomb:
tradition is your truth,
you seem to think it ages like wine.
Popularity is your truth,
the majority rules the hive.
The majority of the minority who votes
elects our representatives, and they all tell us
what they think we want to hear to get to the top
and get away with murder anyway and, once elected,
they appoint and give power to
the unelected officials that
regulate everything and thensome
just to survive.
And society advances with technology,
and technology advances with war,
and that parade of death with all
it's evolving new toys inches us
closer and closer to species suicide --
you want an easier, fancier life,
I guess you got to pay the price...
Living lies just to comfort ourselves.
Let's drop another bomb:
We're led to our ends by the natural process of evolution,
but within our natures is the ability to overcome our natures:
what we need is not evolution, not elaboration
upon the current, fucked-up structures and hopeless situations,
but a clean slate, a revolution --
isn't it worth the fight?
-- to take the road less traveled
and perhaps save our lives?
-- for the path of least resistence
will surely spell out our demise...
and is that an `acceptable loss'?
But from the moment we're born we begin to die,
and really, why postpone the inevitable, right?
I complain and you just say "it's just
the way things are,
the way they've been,
the way they'll aways be;
one man can't change a thing" --
but that never made sense to me.
I complain and you just say "it's
not what you know, but who;
do as I say, not as I do" --
well, it's all bullshit,
and I've had enough of it
and to think you people call me
the pessimist,
the defeatest,
(-- but still, also:
the pacifist,
the liberal --)
when against all reason
I still hold onto hope here.
You just don't get it.
If we never change our ways,
we'll never make it.
You'll just never understand.
until there's no other choice:
how you make frog soup,
what happens when one hand
stabs the other.
Until the bomb drops
like truth falling from the skies in our minds
and our lies can no longer
serve as shelter.
But our fate is what we make it
we can battle against the wind
we can overcome our natures
again and again and again...
or follow this Autumn into Winter
and pay the price...
but a clean slate; a revolution --
isn't it worth the fight?
Loose Thoughts Written in Poetry Format
in my Notebook Throughout Today,
8/26/04.
Drop another bomb,
kill to show killing is wrong
spill the blood of another innocent:
expendable in the light of your `greater cause';
just collateral damage;
acceptable losses.
You just don't get it.
If we never change our ways,
we'll never make it.
Tell us lies to comfort us.
Bring on another war to help the economy.
You'll just never understand.
until there's no other choice:
how you make frog soup,
what happens when one hand
stabs the other.
Soldier, you don't fight for our freedom --
sometimes, you don't even fight for the recognition of it.
You kill in rage and it's evil, but you
kill in the name of your country and it's honorable;
kill in the name of your god and it's honorable?
You commit suicide and it's evil, but you
die `for your country' and it's honorable;
die `in the name' of your god and it's honorable?
Tell us more lies just to comfort us.
And with your wars, your parade of death, you
kill for revenge
kill for resourses
kill over relgion and property,
I don't know, none of this ever really made sense to me,
becoming the enemy to defeat the enemy --
it always seemed to me that fighting
fire with fire always fed the fire.
To drop another bomb:
you there, you trade your freedom, your liberty
for just another greater illusion of safety, of security
you just go and run to their waiting cells and chains
to secure your freedom
and bitch in the wake when you
find that you're all slaves.
To drop another bomb:
tradition is your truth,
you seem to think it ages like wine.
Popularity is your truth,
the majority rules the hive.
The majority of the minority who votes
elects our representatives, and they all tell us
what they think we want to hear to get to the top
and get away with murder anyway and, once elected,
they appoint and give power to
the unelected officials that
regulate everything and thensome
just to survive.
And society advances with technology,
and technology advances with war,
and that parade of death with all
it's evolving new toys inches us
closer and closer to species suicide --
you want an easier, fancier life,
I guess you got to pay the price...
Living lies just to comfort ourselves.
Let's drop another bomb:
We're led to our ends by the natural process of evolution,
but within our natures is the ability to overcome our natures:
what we need is not evolution, not elaboration
upon the current, fucked-up structures and hopeless situations,
but a clean slate, a revolution --
isn't it worth the fight?
-- to take the road less traveled
and perhaps save our lives?
-- for the path of least resistence
will surely spell out our demise...
and is that an `acceptable loss'?
But from the moment we're born we begin to die,
and really, why postpone the inevitable, right?
I complain and you just say "it's just
the way things are,
the way they've been,
the way they'll aways be;
one man can't change a thing" --
but that never made sense to me.
I complain and you just say "it's
not what you know, but who;
do as I say, not as I do" --
well, it's all bullshit,
and I've had enough of it
and to think you people call me
the pessimist,
the defeatest,
(-- but still, also:
the pacifist,
the liberal --)
when against all reason
I still hold onto hope here.
You just don't get it.
If we never change our ways,
we'll never make it.
You'll just never understand.
until there's no other choice:
how you make frog soup,
what happens when one hand
stabs the other.
Until the bomb drops
like truth falling from the skies in our minds
and our lies can no longer
serve as shelter.
But our fate is what we make it
we can battle against the wind
we can overcome our natures
again and again and again...
or follow this Autumn into Winter
and pay the price...
but a clean slate; a revolution --
isn't it worth the fight?
