Prelude

Prelude 8/22/2013

The wind drives by

And the crickets chirp

Another hour of false safety

Lulling us to sleep

Where we dream

That we are awake.

The mighty rivers

Run on forever

As the water circles the globe

And evaporates into space

Raining down upon our heads

In and out, above and below.  

While we sleep

The bacteria breeds

Crawling in every crack

While no one says a word

Spending their money

And pretending that its okay

Too afraid to mention

The violence and the sickness.

The points on the probability curve

Tick upwards every day

But since it isn’t us

We whistle to  ourselves

And look the other way.

My father killed snakes

By cutting off their heads

And he said that it’s better to act

Than it is to wait. 

This is the last freedom

The words that are felt and expressed

An outward expression

Of the spirit and the soul.

The truth can be suppressed

And reality can be ignored

But only if the good are silenced

Through intimidation and fear.

The web holds the spider

But the spider shares the truth

Connecting distant voices

Of truth and reality. 

When the spider is smashed

Then you can guess the reason

Because propaganda has failed

To silence the good.

Place your bets

If that is your thing

But you had better be ready

For the day

It all falls apart.