The Future Drowns

Please don’t try connecting

any of the dots

just focus on the clown

and drool over Betsy’s yachts

and try your best to swim

as humanity rots

and shots for decades fly

extinguish daughter,

and son

the future drowns in Baghdad’s blood

and still we hold the gun

we run still through black water

and the tears are swallowing

when the band plays at our funeral

only then will freedom ring

and bring the castle down

on the jester and his men

but the world will turn

and we won’t learn

we always vote for war

again

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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