This Soil Spilt Through My Hands

we’ve ignored each other for a long time
been cruel to each other for profit’s gains
short-term, we’ve strictly ignored the environment
with nothing to usurp patriarchy

I’ll avoid the superpowers because of competition
when I was a boy I loved the world more
cared about things, believed that I would
roughtumble the divine forever

we were very close
God and I and all of nature
we’ve ignored each other for a long time
but gradually I was led to hate you

because of religion and higher powers
we were turned against each other
to make others rich, we lost blood over it
to make other rich, we ruined our planet

we spilled toxic waste to hide
our wrong-doings without long-term sight
i’ll avoid the penalties, I’ll make sure there are none
i have no conscience for descendents

but i cannot ignore you forever
i cannot live on this soil indefinately
my own pollution will cause me to die
God and I and nature, and all of you
will be find each other in other forms.

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Notes on World War III

God and all angels sing the world to sleep
For the end of the world is man made
With the blue tongue of greed, control
The Moon burns in the mind of history

Where war and politics are the domain of the corrupt
Staring, at midnight, into the Angel of Death
A catastrophic power play of midget nations
Yet life is itself, the fulfillment of petty desires

Money, the pillow of the head in the dark
Power, the bent over guitar of the green day
Organics thick-lipped, riot and rebel
For a new world that cannot be born

Till the old world dies of its own inflation
God and all angels sing the world to sleep
That we might die, for others to take our place.

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