Sometimes it’s hard to walk forward.
All it takes is for one storm to transform our paved road into a dense jungle.
Surroundings nurture man and woman alike, with dismal desires in a Jurassic dystopia.
A place where brachiosaurus evolved into projects-for-us and they will never go extinct because they have an unlimited supply of souls to eat.
Necks made of bricks towering high in the sky-
With hundreds of eyes on each side
Look up – see the trapped children on tippy- toes looking outside.
Wave hi.
Innocent smiles behind bars-
At night you can see their little hands reaching out trying to catch stars that seem so close-
Yet we know they are so far.
We are surrounded by all these mysterious creatures.
Some have miles of tentacles constructed of men in corporate suits who lash out and destroy the stable bridges we tried to create for our youth.
They build glass ceilings that are damn near impenetrable.
They think we are primitive and laugh as they hand us a rock and a chisel.
Tyrannosaurus Rex evolved into tyrants who owned farms of men, women and children-that were used as cattle – branded with poverty and only allowed to graze on a few grains of rice daily, purposely starved for pleasure, purposely worked to death, mazes of mass graves and history repeats itself over-
And over
And over
And over
From Cambodia’s killing fields, the Holocaust, Rwanda, indigenous Natives systematically slaughtered throughout the Caribbean even in the sunny state of California-
Oh this great American nation- a place where people are allowed to fly flags of treason so proudly- where the branches of trees are forever bent from the weight of hanging bodies- the list is infinite because it is still going on.
Chernobyl’s radioactivity combined with China’s pollution has nothing on the levels of hate within the earth’s atmosphere today- surely it is the hate that will end us all.
I want to laugh when they say dinosaurs are extinct.
I say No- They just evolved and lost their feathers and beaks.
Now they have skin, just like you and me.
Predators of man in plain sight-plotting their next siege.
