In an oven labeled ‘future projects/ways and means.. someone somewhere
advertises free.. jet planes to beans..
Grandma in the mirror says.. ‘caution is the word’ guess she was right.. some walking blight spouts cartoons seen and heard..
Documentary.. elementary.. folks scared.. bored to blind.. science looks.. writes programs books.. is peace.. so hard to find?..
Other day I saw the why and way I saw before.. a clown in charge of everything.. a thief who brought a war..
If my name was ‘Hermann’ born German Nazi time.. I would still desire peace.. write life in song and rhyme..
land of my Great great-grandfather leaders bicker.. fight.. over Euro Kingatics old things never right..
Uncool fool who sought to rule by taking what is good.. life secure.. true purpose pure.. blame so understood..
Pass a glass my friend though I know not your words.. I feel you my brother.. sister.. love in life is stirred..
Some are not the best of plans.. some plans are not good.. social role comes from folks.. in good schools understood..
Every road has a load each dinner is a feast.. every living thing loves better in a world of peace..
Thought.. ‘What is obvious and true should never be accepted in a lie. Mr. Ben Ladin was one who had everything.. could help everyone.. instead.. in Patriarchy.. this supreme sexist.. spoiled son of a billionaire position.. took hold of power.. took hold of the best toys.. then conducted war.. he would do so as an old man.. for his mother loved him’.. Peace Tony