In a dark time
within us and here,
we smooth ourselves over
with oil and gossip.
Beating our heels into the floor music,
paying more with less
awareness.
Whistling old songs
like they'll save us.
Give us that shot,
vaccine against swine
boiled in the underworld.
There's not enough
lighthouses to cast light over the dying sea.
The fires are burning California.
Where's the great Kennedy from yesterday?
Only Dylan still has a spark to share.
We should march for something...
We're in a vacuum of overpopulation,
soulless mass,
lost
in a dark time.
Published in protestpoems.org- September 2009
within us and here,
we smooth ourselves over
with oil and gossip.
Beating our heels into the floor music,
paying more with less
awareness.
Whistling old songs
like they'll save us.
Give us that shot,
vaccine against swine
boiled in the underworld.
There's not enough
lighthouses to cast light over the dying sea.
The fires are burning California.
Where's the great Kennedy from yesterday?
Only Dylan still has a spark to share.
We should march for something...
We're in a vacuum of overpopulation,
soulless mass,
lost
in a dark time.
Published in protestpoems.org- September 2009
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