Bubbles

all is not well in paradise

morning has broken, like the first morning,

no plagiarism intended here on cat stevens’

tender musical lyrics

with his classic, melodious 

piano accompaniment, musical genius

listen to the tune’s melody 

divinely lit music

now, can you

hear the machine gun fire in the distance?

bullets’ ricochet, gunpowder smell 

tambourine, makes sound like silver coins crashing 

guitar pick, 

cannon, 50 caliber rapid fire

thunder helicopter armed to the teeth

warthog gunship tank killer 

bombardments against the mountain side

human voice screaming expletives

bone fragments and flesh splattering blood

under a gorgeous blue sky

the mountainous regions of afghanistan

resemble california’s san bernadino

foothills,

praise the new morning, 

God’s recreation on the new day,

morning had broken,

like the first morning, 

Cat Stevens is singing

humans are broken on the cliff sides, 

deserts and jungles

throughout the world

some beheaded

decimated corpses

morning has broken

like the first morning, 

violence has broken eden’s garden

eve’s eden saw play

blackbird has spoken like the first bird

praise to the . . . sweet the new dew falls

sunlit from heaven

first dew fall on the first branch

i picked a sunshiny grapefruit today

in a bubble part of the world

i was feeling golden good early this morning

blood spills red everywhere

wailing death’s screams

breaker, breaker, broken arrow

praise with elation

God’s recreation on the new day

Gods pain broken son on the first . . .

sick, the dying,

the suffering, the hungry, the sick, the lame

the blind . . . 

resurrection day dawns

day of peace

day of rest to last a thousand years