Coloured thought, flavored and bought
Feed the blind into submission
The battle fought isn¡¯t what is being taught
That would give us too much ammunition.
But human nature is self-deception,
The time spent with ourselves gets old.
We do our best to avoid our own corruption,
Because it was not what we were told.
The stakes are on us, the immigrant and the landowner
To mine deeply into the American soil
For underground is the tell-tale heart of commerce
That certainly will not naturally recoil.
The Walk
Amidst the thin branches, the extensions
That poke at the soft gray clouds,
I see a red-breasted bird, battle-wounded
And marked by Evolution.
Downstream in the creek,
A black-and-white duck leads,
With a brilliant orange bill,
A soft, ordinary creature
With no other solution.
As I walk on through,
the dualities of right and wrong
are missing and I find a
compass that points me towards
no resolution.
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