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We're killing our babies
We're drugging our daughters We're sickening our sons There's poison in the water Pacing up and down the foyer Weak confused not herself Bridging thoughts from before Her stumble down the wooded plot I let her drink from which she waded Ran to the bank but she didn't go in It's like she knew we didn't see it Cascading waves all brimming with sin Shaking she began to fall Chased by a grizzly ready to maul Without strength can't move your legs Like a scream you dream to break We're killing our babies We're drugging our daughters We're sickening our sons There's poison in the water. It's on our shoulders this deathly struggle Drunk on pesticides genetics When you mess with natural orders She bites you back with razor sharp fangs She drinks the blood you spill to get richer and feigns her empathy downstream with death water We're killing all our sons and daughters There's poison in the water There's poison in the water There's poison in the water Emptied and filled with dusty masks
Bringing in unfiltered baskets Full of all the screams we’ve worn Capos fly over frets worn bare Over which was held a stare The tidings faith and feasts so true Brought us together in song in you The songs they echoed like cavern’s wishes Spoken words and strange predictions Oftentimes with goosebumps plenty On one leg or maybe two The blues held true in many an eye Alongside hope and community too These days they flew like a falcon in flight Swooping in and out of our hectic lives Although the time was miserably short Our brothers and sisters learned a thing or two We brought our gifts to one another Shared our moments we put to song Not long ago I didn’t feel I had a voice But the messages there begot my choice To choose my chosen words a plenty and put them on the parchment To speak those words on parchment’s surface To dig below our imagined surfaces To scream out loud and cry happy tears Of life of love on the canvas above Blinky lights flicker as strings render chords Bridging the break from the 1st to the 4th 7ths and 9ths bring tension resolved When released from the grasp of suspended tones   As the grit and gravel spread out before me
The fallen limbs befitted with moss The northern breeze unsettled the branches That formed the arbor under which I crossed With bark lined walls befallen with debris The turn up ahead towards the water’s edge Could take the ground from under your feet Turn grit to plank over the waterfall’s crest The impervious rumble over rocks so smooth Down the bank towards the weathered ‘stead Through stitches of roots like saplings’ feet Would cause a near tumble of foot over head On a path full of grit and gravel I tread Towards my own haven, evermore I’ve been led Ancient embers burn through rows of trees their trunks and limbs defaced
Billowing smoke suffocates the breath acrid soot hastens fleeting Calm invoked the mask is placed and oxygen begins to flow Dust on the ground crunchy burnt limbs under foot creeping Every breath taken the wind moves across your path Forever it seems to burn white hot oak now turned to ash Gone are the trunks of 200 year old gentle beasts Hiding on the hills in hope they won't burn and fall with a crash In the air smoke filled visions of light dancing on the clouds Just in time the water bird swoops and douses all my limbs Kinfolk gather and hope their hamlet will be spared Leaning in and holding close their loved ones singing hymns Mountains direct the fires burning on peaks and valleys down below No time to waste grab all your things and knickknacks that mean the most Once there was a childhood home now which stands just a chimney alone Panicked faces dampened sweaty full of fear they lost all hope Questions answered with not answers but more questions ringing false Roaring in their ears the sirens deafening the solace gone Silence as the trees they breath relief and dancing as they waltz Tucking in between the gullies formed by water poured since dawn Under blanketed ground of ash the light soon gives the sprouts their due Valleys mountains hills and crests begin to enrich once fire's through What was once a barren wasteland full of blackened trunks and soot Xenial growth the pollen spreads and pedals will once again renew Yesterday the ground it crunched under dusty feet creeping through flames Zestful life like spring today sprung up through ground that forever remains |
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