Eternity is an hourglass

filled with grains of sand

and as eons pass

only a single grain slips through

to join the rest at the bottom

and we think we are the best


and we think we are the best


and we think we are the best


and we think we are the best


and we think we are the best


and we think we are the best

solar system

and we think we are the best

but we are nothing

we aren’t even a grain of sand

in an hourglass

we aren’t even a blade of grass

in a meadow

or an ear of subsidized corn

in the Midwest

and we think we are the best

and we think we matter more

and, though it’s not even a grain of sand

seventeen years of war

is still a lot

and we think we are the best

but we are not

we are rotten to the core

and we cause everything we touch

to become rotten

so we constantly seek more

but the gods are waiting

for our grain of sand

to slip through

as we label ourselves Muslims,




and Jews

and we sacrifice one another

but we’re still waiting

for that good harvest

and we sacrifice our mother

but we’re still waiting

for that good return

on our investment

and it hasn’t even been a grain of sand

but it’s high time for divestment

because the sand will keep slipping

and we’ll all be gone soon,

must we take humanity with us

haven’t we hewn enough already

must we break the dish

and sell the spoon

and why do we continue painting

over war crimes

with nursery rhymes

our grain of sand

is on it’s way down

but there still might be time

to shift the paradigm

or die trying

and I’d be lying

if I said

that there is no such thing

as magic

because I’ve seen bread

transform into bullets

and bombs

before my very eyes

and I’ve seen

what we knew as the truth

reveal itself as a mountain of lies

and I’ve seen time stand still

and sand spill to the earth

as the hourglass was cracked

and I finally realized that net worth

is such a silly idea

because, in a hundred years

this same grain of sand

will still be falling

and we will all be long gone

and our grandchildren

will be calling these

the bad old days

back when we still drank blood

though we knew how to harness the suns rays

and the sun will shine on

long after our grandchildren

are gone

and somewhere in the universe

a single grain of sand

will slip through the hourglass

and spill out the bottom

because we were arrogant enough

to break it

because we thought we were the best.







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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