Hypocritical Boxcars of Evil
Hypocritical boxcars of evil
have slipped the tracks.
Get away if you can
take your sons and daughters
take your husbands and wives
take your dogs and cats
Get away if you can
To a place beyond price tags
beyond subterfuge & unfeelingness
while there's still time
I see a Monster on the track
I see the technologically
in a rats nest of artificial knots
all designed to keep them separate
while they think they're connecting
I see them rushing I hear them honking
Where do they think they're going anyway
Always in a fierce hurry to where?
More waiting for the next big thing?
For the next flash of false redemption
that they just have to have?
Someone to buy off
something to buy into?
More
going places
and not being there?
What kind of a world is this
anyway
you can have it
but you can't
Copyright 2013
Marcus Stein