broken engine : poetry

20050620

: suicide bombers :

everyones got an opinion to share
everyones waiting for their turn to speak
everyones paying someone else to mention
that it's not their fault that no one pays attention
the two fingered typist makes three little clicks at the end
ask anyone here and they'll tell you thats how we will end
lets prove us wrong

everyone knows that times ticking away
everyones thinking of anything else
dead trees in boxes on black city streets
we poison the grass that grows under our feet
this wasteland is whitewashed and disguised to maintain the trend
ask anyone here and they'll tell thats how we will end
lets prove us wrong

the mooring is slipped the scow has been scuttled
while we were distracted by burning space shuttles
suicide bombers are certain the world will soon turn
and we watch the news with the hope that we can watch them burn

my generation has never produced
anything more than 'majority rules'
Plotzdamer Platz' chattering classes
know mass education is not for the masses
we're too young to care but we're getting too old to pretend
ask anyone here and they know this is how we will end
lets prove us wrong