How do they understand the world?
A vision is created behind closed doors
recited by purchased leaders
and regurigtated by pay-check collectors
to advance the material raping
of desecrated land.
Open minds become stale
in the search for other open minds,
visions collide in the supra-sphere
annhilating peace prospects
that died with Indian Chiefs.
Screaming, cursing, bleeding
animals writhing on the ground
faces spewing foam and turning blue
the Arab Spring divides peace into war
no ground troops will be deployed
just bombs with Uncle Sam’s signature.
It is done with abstract policies
the illusion of moral high ground
the magic trick of robots
that speak speak speak
until the vision becomes the norm
and “War is Peace” plays again
where all the world’s a stage.