if wishes were morphed into grand scheme currency
i'd be up all night counting stars, wondering
which account to river bank my dreams
realizing that the current-seas standing on its head
in the middle of a dry river bed,
waiting for the upper crust to drop,
to understand the middle layer of soft hunger
& the bottom crust of the homeless claps,
WAKE UP to the high and mighty who,
without conscience, ask for what
their chosen lord rationalized was OK---
well it's not OK, nor do angels sing
or paint rainbows on days when
stock markets climb, burn, or crash
greed never got away with anything, & leaves
marks on our planet's soil:an embarrassment of riches;
watch your step people- our planet earth is covered
with our own excrement-wake up from the deluded dance:
we are either on the ship together,or splitting
at the gulf in opposite directions.....
no almost compassion for those souls on "me mode"
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| poem and photo, by kate lamberg~(c) all rights reserved '13 |
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