CynicismA Poem by redzone...we still too often close our eyes...Cynicism Urban(e) smells suffocate our human(e)-ness struggling to remember forests, but still sparing with ghosts. ^^^ We use to howl and rage, even dance at the Moon - cursing its phases and orangeness. Now we only nod, that American heroin nod as it influences our moods; rationalizing our ability to kill everyone, everything different than us; allowing us to watch indifferently at Gaza ethnic cleansing as phosphorous explosions replace both sun and moon. It’s like watching small birds hung by their necks swinging like ornaments from brown, barren trees, thinking: “Aaah, this must be post - modern art. See how their eyes bulge and their wings droop just so in a compelling, nihilistic sway. Haven’‘t I seen something like this before?” Yes, there has always been ‘strange fruit’ dangling from the grand vistas of the American scream. ^^^ But today, they say - “We can be proud to be Americans again.” Oh goodie! But where is the humanity in this? ~~redzone 3.22.09 © 2014 redzoneAuthor's Note
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