California is sinking under the weight,
of three years of rain in a day.
North Korea is practicing launching bombs,
At the distracted Divided States of America
Fallen now under the weight of its own pride
Look up to all the lines in the sky
Is it more than we can fix?
Have we gone beyond the tilting edge
I must say,
There was a certain comfort knowing
Big Brother lived next door
Something else no more.
Falling into overly warm oceans
polar bears decease
Melania and ivanka
concerned if they are obese.
They worry about their wardrobe,
While I consider my children and grandchildren
and yours too.
Art is muted
I am silent.
Maybe you are grateful
You get to think you are right
right right right
and the left is falling under the tracks
The train is set
and you are the driver. Good for you.
Leave you in your pile of rubble standing alone
with no place to call home
Turtle Island is sinking
The earth we continue raping
Dolphins and whales perishing.
It seems to me that
God is on vacation.
There isn’t anything to say
You all seem to know it all.
Kissing your ridiculous cardboard effigies
to the Great Lord of Lies
Waste waste wasting my time.
Feet on the ground
unknown in this sad space
Unhappy people angry at anything that isn’t familiar to them
Isn’t what fits into their tiny box minds
Dressed in fashion camo wear;
wanna go out and shoot a bear?
Get a life.
Pathetic so-called peace loving nouveau hippies
Making the newest market of what to buy and get.
You are SO full of shit.
Music festival-going-acid-taking-mindless drivel.
Come on now – get a handle.
Going to the university of YouTube
buy hundred dollar hemp jewellery
and eat fancy organic crap
But can’t even bother
to feed the neighbours cat.
You cant quell the voice of opposition
even those it is in this condition
that we will see you fall
I am tired
But I would do it all