Saturday, March 8, 2014

My friend Nelly's poem in response to the chaos in Ukraine:

Neras, 3/6/2014
The word, democracy,
(Not a new concept by any means)
Is in the pipeline, though the
Conduit is no peace pipe.
Instead, flatulent gasses
Of controlling interests

Poison the air, destroy the forests,
Pollute the waters, all neatly labeled
“Freedom and Progress” wrapped
In blankets contaminated with
Modern plagues
Damp still, with innocent tears

The simple folk, everyday dreamers,
Turned GMO fodder,
In the digestive track
Of the world
To recombine the poison gasses

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