Monday, June 23, 2008

Cool Breeze for a Hot Election Season

I sit in the topmost floor
by the window
window open
breeze flowing
cool breeze

The sweat on my face
drawing forth the fire
of my anger
it vaporizes
for the moment, at least
as the sound of summer rain
reaches my ears

Cool breeze
cool waters
falling rain
with its promise of life
new life

Shall we die
or shall we live?
Shall we kill
or shall we heal?

Fuck this "shall" shit...
Do we want to live?
Do we want our brothers to live?
Do we want our sisters to live?

If not,
kindly fill out the attached questionnaire
and slip quietly away
into oblivion
And doing so
You will not remember
These words...

Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch'entrate