The future is simply a place we imagine.
Bombs can be dropped,
Cities destroyed,
But motives always remain fictions.
Hogwash!
Warming!
Everybody gives you content:
The songs go corrupt and become propoganda
and valor descends to shock and awe.
Men with guns stand around them.
Screams slash the blue sky and it weeps blood,
As they violate all borders and make love
in the murderously dry air of early summer.
I realize their eyes are not blank.
Freedom becomes slavery and
this vanished reality is blocked from our view.
