PEACE & LOVE

It's kinda political... maybe... ?

 

Some things’ wrong!

There’s no peace an’ love in the world.

No Garden of Eden for writers, artists’ poets and thespians.

We’ve arrived at the battle grounds

Of obliterating creativity, insight, tolerance and intelligence.

Unexplainably we’ve plummeted an’ sat on the devil’s lap,

With a portable computer,

An’ text messages without a slight of structured sentence.

We’ve stupidly programmed the grimy mess of the underprivileged,

Allowing them no chance in hell

Of becoming pseudo-analytical artist of conceited decadence.

‘Cause from what I can tell,

An’ I’m not one to ring my bell,

The only reasonable thing we’ll find,

Is an uninspired political excuse to be called mankind.

Yet if luck is on our side,

This tiny carbon-fueled ball

Will eventually open the eyes of the militant blind,

An’ let that big ol’ sun shine.

 

Though before any of this can happen,

Before we can even road map a pattern.

I’ll just have another cup of coffee.

Plonk myself into an easy chair.

Rest my tired feet upon a ‘poof’,

An’ just listen to myself unwind.