Belly Dancing on the Dashboard

So it goes…



Bury my heart
Because mine eyes have seen enough
My eyes have seen enough
Of man’s inhumanity to man
But this isn’t a Robert Burns poem…
This is holy land
Where the sand is flying
Through the air
Where the sand is slip-sliding
Through the hourglass
And a long time ago
They heard a Crash
Now there’s a crack
And this sand is
Spilling out
Making me sick
To think
That we water our lawns
And they can’t get a drink
And we drink…
And we drink…
And we watch
football for the violence
As much as the score
And they can take more
Yes, they can take a lot
No, they won’t give up
No, they will not…
And they drink
And they drink
But it’s all polluted
And there’s a hole in their cup
Fill‘er up…
Fill‘er up…
Seventy dollars of gas
But it won’t…

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About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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