Up There
People coated with the energizing tactless anger,
Covered with the blank white rage.
Attempts at drill sergeant control and order
Since pure peace does not seem possible.
A gavel presses people into the floor.
So many flow through rivers full of jagged rocks.
Up—empty sky that people pray to—
A child god, perhaps?
Playing with the earth,
Fooling with the people—
Isn't that fun?
Me? I hide from fundamentalist miasma—
Vapid lectures of virtue,
Vituperative demands to save a sinful soul,
Or flummery full of sickening verve.
I see people hidden inside a carapace of strong beliefs,
Unwavering, closed-minded.
A dove of peace—white crap on bricks—impossibilities.
A globe riddled full of holes,
Flies and pigs and blood.
Kids quarrel—
Fighting adults and tell those kids to stop.
Stupidity imprecates the world.
And an angel, I think, must be a person in a nightmare—
One person trying to answer everything.
People coated with the energizing tactless anger,
Covered with the blank white rage.
Attempts at drill sergeant control and order
Since pure peace does not seem possible.
A gavel presses people into the floor.
So many flow through rivers full of jagged rocks.
Up—empty sky that people pray to—
A child god, perhaps?
Playing with the earth,
Fooling with the people—
Isn't that fun?
Me? I hide from fundamentalist miasma—
Vapid lectures of virtue,
Vituperative demands to save a sinful soul,
Or flummery full of sickening verve.
I see people hidden inside a carapace of strong beliefs,
Unwavering, closed-minded.
A dove of peace—white crap on bricks—impossibilities.
A globe riddled full of holes,
Flies and pigs and blood.
Kids quarrel—
Fighting adults and tell those kids to stop.
Stupidity imprecates the world.
And an angel, I think, must be a person in a nightmare—
One person trying to answer everything.
