Silence,
except for the occasional car whizzing by, and
the drunkards scream,
the cowards dream,
the old men getting high.
no violence,
except for the belligerent’s fist in the smart aleck jaw, and
the frisky fingers up the passed out bra,
the teenage angst rebelling against the law.
we don’t see truth inside this bubble,
we try hard to make trouble.
but, nothing is relevant to what’s going on outside.
destruction, and
bombs exploding,
bullet shells slicing through a childs bare chest,
dynamite packs strapped to a fundamentalists breast.
is it religion that divides or jealousy?
is it ignorance that makes us act this way,
or naivete?

09/04/2005

Posted on 09/04/2005
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