What is there to say that has not been said?
This darkness we summon now
This closing of the lid of the divine Eye of Providence
This curse we invoke upon ourselves
A less perfect union
Divided, Completely Divisible, Two Nations
Unsustainable
This land has shattered the unsolited bargain it has made with itself
The Arc of Justice has had its back broken
And the fanfare for the common man is played with a kazoo
As Washington Burns
And will keep smoldering in the hell we all now dwell in
For is not hell or heaven the people you are with?
And are not so many responsible?
The fingers to point
And the harbingers all cacophanying against themselves
We few
We happy few
Who have an exit plan
To nowhere
For this tiny space ship earth
Is now piloted by the cast of Jackass
And has been for some time
But the arrogant and the ignorant guffaw and believe themselves enlightened
Even now they believe they are effective
Against the Long Bow
They bring a Spork to a Nuke Fight
Can this Miasma be turned?
Oh yes
Oh heavens yes
But it will not be with your refridgerator magnet philosophy horatio
It will be the herald of a new dawn
Not the Armstrong Spacesuit ripped in the vacuum of space
Full of holes and blasphemies
It shall be the temple of the kindest storm
It shall be in the eye of the hurricane
It shall be in the thralls of the voice of the City of Books
It shall be heard in the canyons great and small
These broken cities of ours shall rise up
When the new herald arrives
And on that day
Shall you know joy
But that day is not this day
For on this day
All men
All women
All races
All creeds
All nationalities
All of humanity
Should bow their heads in shame
May the stars heap the scorn upon us that we so richly deserve.
For we have failed.
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