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Engines Of Men
Norman Crabtree |
Grass prickles against my neck,
You were beside me in thought,
Up against the ring'd azure world
I stare, and sigh
chemicals check past and forth
dividing the undividable
property is everywhere, is there no
where from their mark, of course
not, my friend, look and stare
can you see the fence up there?
unnatural to the heart, scathing
to the eye, blue dances
with white, imitating the mother
source, the animals will hardly notice
but I do, do they? you only see them on the
clear summers day, appears to be soft
clouds of nature, but you eat them,
you watch your soul die.
temperatures rise, but the doves still sing
deserts fill with blood, but the robins still dance
now go sing and dance
beware the new, that is new, and look at the
sky, Jimi coughs, kissed by the engines
the engines of war, business, engines that
drive the gap further apart,
rescue me please
loosen my seatbelt
guide me, open that door,
the wind gushes past
I stand, I step, I walk, I see
the sky,
one last time,
there is no division.
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