MONITORS

I've seen it all
I've seen the sighing, I've seen the crying
I've seen the post war nuclear haze
I've seen the skies, blue in the sky
I've seen the grey mists of dawn as it passes me by
I've seen all humanity whisper one word
I've seen the dusk and its never been heard
I've seen the rabbits playing in the grass
I've seen the skunks and mists of dawn at last

The ocean spray falls apart as the ships roam back to the shoreline
And all around, the nets are drawn, visions of a good day's work

And those that toil in bureaucracy
Who labour away at the libraries
Who ponder the deepest thoughts of insignificant proportions
Their lives are in their computers
Their monitors are always on.

But who monitors the monitors?
But who watches the workers?
It is you and I, listening above the sky, waiting for the probe to land.

But who causes the depths of despair?
And who listens and loses their hair?
It is the dentists, the doctors, the teachers
Those that work in the machinery of education
But who laughs at everything?
But who cannot see anything?
It is the philosophers, the professors, the workers,
The people in the fast foods
The music industry
Another cup of coffee
I will read the newspaper now
Can you send me the bill?

01/13/2005

Author's Note: An automatic poem.....Peace

Posted on 01/13/2005
Copyright © 2025 Phil Walling