Through the vastness of the universe, I come to settle on you
like a loved one, another alien, a target of my dreams,
whizzing on the electric giant milky way,
sneezing out yon satellites and rockets.
You would think we owned the place.
We the mere borrowers of time.
I wander with you, I spin with you
Alas like Gulliver, among the little people,
I cast my net far and wide.
As much of humanity has Died, unnecessarily.
Here in my lofty tower of tears.
I bemoan the world of Greed.
I grasp for Thor’s hammer
only to find thats been stolen too.
By the State Circus, where most of my allies have fled.
Sometimes I wonder why they ran away.
Could it be that their heads are full of mince?
Or some other form of lacklustre nonsense.
Were they to mention the disappearing bees,
or even the vanishing wild salmon
all so lost they cannot find their home
Are they too so affected by electrosmog they refuse to think?
And by this omission, no longer are the opposition,
but a gang of yesterday’s men and women
Are our leaders heads all gone
dancing with the dying swan, playing cat or mouse,
Or are they like the unmasked bat
cheating to find out where they are at?
It would make one cry.
Aye! Even Shout!
What glory can there be?
Time warped in history.
Formal greetings now the whole of politics
”Goodbye Mother Earth !” They kiss their asses.
As pollinators at peril pass a death sentence on the human race
Paul Anderson July 1st 2008