photo © Ronald Sorrento, Vietnam Vet, a peace sign made from m-79 high explosive grenade rounds
We are building roads to roads
that build roads to
nowhere
people are at the same time
sane and insane
are you listening
to the wind
as she whispers
when dawn drags her belly
pregnant and full
across the purpling skyline
as the sun
places her hand
ever so warmly
upon the nape of your neck
and the sea
bellows
stop
stop
stop
just stop and listen
no
do not even try
just be
good
follows
good follows
nature and trees
and all that is
Earth and dirt
and sand
and you and me
you
see
it is not easy
to
simply
be
left to right
to
center
as the Earth bellows
bombs
like airstrikes
on the innocent
and we keep voting
and protesting
and dying while alive
living in a
free state of
mind controlled
flight
where do I turn
when the world has gone mad
and everything is on a
merry
go round
and
rounds
of bullets fly
from lips, pursed
in hate
and anger
rising
like Valhalla
and the Valkyries scream like
eagles scrying
thunder
We are building roads to roads
that build roads to
nowhere
© Susan Marie
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