HISTORY

No end to the stupidity'
To the cupidity'
To the futility.
No end to the trajedy
Of man's life on earth.

No end to the ferocity,
To the verbosity,
To the rapacity.
No end to the velocity,
Of man's fall from grace

No end to the ravings,
To the cravings'
To the slavings.
No end to the knavings,
Of man as a race.

No end to the lies'
To the cries'
To the sighs.
No end to the buys
Of sadness and dismay.

No end to the violence,
To the science'
To the finance.
No end to the silence
That licenses all these wrongs.

No end to the beginning,
No end to the ending'
To the replayinmg.
Just an endless disarraying
Of man's mindless way.

The Idealist

A man conceived in his own rhyme,
Fanned overwrought by the fires of his line.
Conceited by his seeming power over time,
By taking movements over in their prime.

Planning the overthrow of mind,
Conceiving a universe of his own kind.
Believing he has has his private mine
In past excesses of the blind.

The ravings of this disorderly fringe
Embossed on paper that impinge,
On every decent value bought at hard cost,
And so easily over the side lost.

He has banished character to the hills,
And enshrined senselessness in all its ills.
Oh what a legacy we've left
To only thise who are so deft.

His ideas sound very nice
But reality exacts a different price.
Progress can't be bought at another's expense,
Its not a gift but recompense.

The harborings of someone's illusion
Have now become a mass delusion.
Prompted by unknown collusion
And now awash in growing confusion.

How many causes lie hidden
By most of us unbidden.
But now completely embalmed in Law
No matter how obviously raw.

Yes, there's evil in the theme
And much forgotten in the scheme.
The sword that you now wield
Indiscriminately makes many yield.

The power to present
Is the power to prefer.
To lift one person up
Is now to cast another down.

Power now has its revenge,
The usurper is of another fringe.
Truth is trampled like its always been,
Right is just another name for the power of the in.

BiCentennial Blues

Into the forbidden zone
Crept the High Court all alone.
And with powers heretheto unmknown
Wiped out past excesses with its own.

Doctrines once thought bad and raw
Have now become settled law.
And many things good that went before
Now are forgotten for evermore.

Those who now have rights
Can do no wrong.
And those now in the wrong
Can do no right.

The shape of the future
Glimmers from the Past
Like embers of a fire almost out
But carelessly ignited again by ignorant touts.

We are judged in Time
In the same way as past.
No matter who or how
We regard ourselves as cast.

But something has to be said
And someone has to say them.
To break the chains of thought
That bind us to damnation.

The fight is not to free men's minds
But to bind them blind.
So that no matter what
We can't tell wrong from right.

Its a game that other people play
With other peoples lives and way.
And most only have the option of sayin g nothing
And allow it to keep its sway.

Ah, they said the world is twisted and decayed.
Just give us a chance they said and we will make it sage.
But now this stupidity to which you have contributed your share,
Tells you why the world is always unfair.

A bigot used to be a person who deprives another of his rights
But todays despots say it really is those trying to hold on to what they've got.
Why this should be
Makes History.