Certain Images

The stink of conspiracy fills the air.
Devious eyes open in the dark.
Searching, groping, looking for ways to enslave
Shoot them, stab them, choke them, kill them.
These traits
These values,
these fantasies that have left us
wallowing in the realms of distortion.
Look at all the wildflowers smiling
secretly from the cracks of their souls.
Looking at life through one way mirrors.
Guarding their tenderness, against attacks from themselves.
Gaming in the eyes of dissatisfaction.
Finding comfort and compassion in the sanctuary of Mastercharge.
Three cheers for the almighty Dollar!
Dark clouds on the horizon.
Understanding is being dashed against the rocks.
The ripples of the sea are bringing forth blood.
We must cling to the sun blades of the past.
We must find ourselves in the warmth
of a lover's kiss struggling to feel.
Struggling to breathe.
Struggling to stay a human being.
Long live the truth!
Long live the truth!
Where is the wind?
Who has taken the wind?
I can't breathe
This foul air.
An air that reeks with the stench of death.
Come back Mali
Come back Songhay!
We need you.
We need lovers.

Who can smile the sunlight into our own darkened futures.
We need lovers who can kiss the strength into our own wasted bones.
We need lovers who can calm the raging
nights with the softness of their sighs.
There is music playing somewhere.
I can hear it.
There is music playing somewhere.
I can hear it
A moan.
A cry.
A scream.
There is music playing somewhere.
I can hear it.
The children patronize a flaming merry-go-round.
Many are riding the white horse.
They nod so divinely at a lost paradise.
Their ghostly playmate has left their innocence in shambles.
A whirlwind has stolen their humility.
What smile is this upon their face?
A smile that mourns the obscenity of their youth.
No flowers for them to smell.
No grass to sing the praises of nature.
No blue skies for them
To bathe their hopes in.

Truth smiles its glory to us.
Can't you see that it is time for us to move on.
For there must be struggle.
There must be striving.
The chill in the wind is so terrifying.
Why is it getting so cold in the valleys of our struggle.
Do not think it will be easy.
For it will not.
For we are talking about bringing humanism back into the world.
There will be lies.
There will be traps.
There will be opposition from all sides.
Do not think it will be easy, for it will not.
But there must be struggle and striving
Struggle and striving.
Struggle and striving and Peace!