i wrote this as a sort of social commentary
Words lie in tatters at my feet
A thousand sheep just bleat and bleat
This country riding on their backs,
A wave about to break
Dust turns in towns now ghosts
Waiting for the heavenly hosts
To come down off their horses high,
Banish the shadows to another day.
This is no land of milk and honey
No trees prosper, sprouting money
This is no man's land my friend
The men all ran away
Fighting wars that linger on
Blocking ears to nature's song
Carving paths through mud and rock
The trail will not grow over.
People damaged, worlds collide
Aftershocks will not subside
Tremors felt in bodies still
The earth a liquid nightmare
Regulations forcing out
Survivors of this country's drought
So who to look to, pick up reins
When leaders argue over seas
Borders that did once define,
Shifted, draw another line
In sand to mark the end of time
Nearing like the plague
Famine, pestilence and greed
Usurped by the greater need
To feel the power in the veins
And light up like a flare
Assimilation underway
No more need to harvest hay
To feed the cattle, they can find
Sand castles in the sky
Lines on palms are not from tools
Used by countless other fools
To toil and dig us out of this
Quandary wide and dark
Lead the hopeful to the light
Prep them for another fight
To batter down the walls of red
Painted years before
So turn, look out on the street
See the asphalt at your feet
Think not of brothers in the sand
Crawling through this no man's land
Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-07-25 at 09:37
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No Man's Land
"The trouble with this country is that there are too many politicians that believe, with a conviction based on experience, that you can fool all of the people all of the time"- Franklin Pierce AdamsWords lie in tatters at my feet
A thousand sheep just bleat and bleat
This country riding on their backs,
A wave about to break
Dust turns in towns now ghosts
Waiting for the heavenly hosts
To come down off their horses high,
Banish the shadows to another day.
This is no land of milk and honey
No trees prosper, sprouting money
This is no man's land my friend
The men all ran away
Fighting wars that linger on
Blocking ears to nature's song
Carving paths through mud and rock
The trail will not grow over.
People damaged, worlds collide
Aftershocks will not subside
Tremors felt in bodies still
The earth a liquid nightmare
Regulations forcing out
Survivors of this country's drought
So who to look to, pick up reins
When leaders argue over seas
Borders that did once define,
Shifted, draw another line
In sand to mark the end of time
Nearing like the plague
Famine, pestilence and greed
Usurped by the greater need
To feel the power in the veins
And light up like a flare
Assimilation underway
No more need to harvest hay
To feed the cattle, they can find
Sand castles in the sky
Lines on palms are not from tools
Used by countless other fools
To toil and dig us out of this
Quandary wide and dark
Lead the hopeful to the light
Prep them for another fight
To batter down the walls of red
Painted years before
So turn, look out on the street
See the asphalt at your feet
Think not of brothers in the sand
Crawling through this no man's land
Poetry by Caila Ihle
Read 960 times
Written on 2006-07-25 at 09:37
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