Message From a Bullhorn

Message From a Bullhorn

Might move us, it's a matter of time.

In God we trust, government nickel and dime.

The blueprint's up, read between the sections and lines.

In a world of chaos, I pray you're sleeping just fine.

D

I posed the question of, what does it cost?

A message in essence, delivered to crickets and moths.

Just left of the axis, tilted and off.

My standard of measure to sift through it all.

And whether or not you're built lean and tall,

I'd ask what's your perspective on a war against innocent people on their own land,

The guilt reaches far.

Our government throws Lockheed stones and pockets it's hand.

Pedaling propaganda, the teaching's bizarre.

D

Cloud seeding mechanisms.

Cynicism.

Tech, protests, patents and pandemonium.

March for Gaza's strip, hand them a podium.

And, what do you think a gun will do?

It's sad we're toting 'em.

Rain pouring,

Grab the golden one.

D

Scared of love so potent, huh?

Alfa Mist, We Forgot, but we exist.