NO MORE RED |
Lies are the white out smiles of Peacekeepers,
The slurry bombers to our
Flammable transparency.
With these poison tongues of our virtue
We salivate truths, drooling like dogs,
Infecting whoever will listen with
Realities of our own devising.
Our eyes coated with a sticky film opaque with age,
Long since tainted red with blood,
Stained with the crimson of one too many horror stories,
One too many blows to the vulnerable stomach
Of our otherwise brawny pride.
Truth is the esteemed war general,
Arming the eager youth
With machine guns loaded with
Ammunition melted down and refined
From years of hatred, of mistrust, of
Assumed duplicity.
Hoping the blanket tactics of dropping bombs
Will somehow warm every last brick
Of every last toppled building
To appease a shivering, terrorized population.
So we may at least be informed amidst
All this violence.
So we may at least start over, but do it better,
Because the thousandth time’s the charm.
This place is too volatile
For impulse reactions,
For quick fixes,
For justice applied from aerosol cans.
Our solutions must be carefully calculated
In a world so unstable.
Red added to red only makes
A bigger mess of our paint palette.
Not all the world’s ailments
Can be treated with over the counter medication
There will always be
Immunities,
Complications,
Side effects.
But what does it matter?
Even the most severe
Inflammatory reactions
Can’t compete with the blazing chemicals
Dropped from airplanes
Designed for
Red.
Blood speckling streets,
Fires burning rooftops,
Hate of war,
Red.
Please, if you have any reason,
Keep us in the dark.
Give me drowning blue,
Stifling black.
Because it is better to be utterly blind
Than to have the world illuminated
By the flare of gunfire.
Better to see nothing than to see red,
Than to be so overwhelmed with the light
That our photos develop distortedly
That our hands by nature
Snap up to cover our eyes,
Leaving our only view of the world as
Rays of radiation through our fingers.
So appease us. Keep the lies coming.
Better them than
The tanks,
The guns,
The fire.
Please, if you have any mercy,
Keep us in the dark.
Raise an extinguisher to the
Impending wall of flames,
And leave us out of your transparency.
We want nothing to do with it.
The slurry bombers to our
Flammable transparency.
With these poison tongues of our virtue
We salivate truths, drooling like dogs,
Infecting whoever will listen with
Realities of our own devising.
Our eyes coated with a sticky film opaque with age,
Long since tainted red with blood,
Stained with the crimson of one too many horror stories,
One too many blows to the vulnerable stomach
Of our otherwise brawny pride.
Truth is the esteemed war general,
Arming the eager youth
With machine guns loaded with
Ammunition melted down and refined
From years of hatred, of mistrust, of
Assumed duplicity.
Hoping the blanket tactics of dropping bombs
Will somehow warm every last brick
Of every last toppled building
To appease a shivering, terrorized population.
So we may at least be informed amidst
All this violence.
So we may at least start over, but do it better,
Because the thousandth time’s the charm.
This place is too volatile
For impulse reactions,
For quick fixes,
For justice applied from aerosol cans.
Our solutions must be carefully calculated
In a world so unstable.
Red added to red only makes
A bigger mess of our paint palette.
Not all the world’s ailments
Can be treated with over the counter medication
There will always be
Immunities,
Complications,
Side effects.
But what does it matter?
Even the most severe
Inflammatory reactions
Can’t compete with the blazing chemicals
Dropped from airplanes
Designed for
Red.
Blood speckling streets,
Fires burning rooftops,
Hate of war,
Red.
Please, if you have any reason,
Keep us in the dark.
Give me drowning blue,
Stifling black.
Because it is better to be utterly blind
Than to have the world illuminated
By the flare of gunfire.
Better to see nothing than to see red,
Than to be so overwhelmed with the light
That our photos develop distortedly
That our hands by nature
Snap up to cover our eyes,
Leaving our only view of the world as
Rays of radiation through our fingers.
So appease us. Keep the lies coming.
Better them than
The tanks,
The guns,
The fire.
Please, if you have any mercy,
Keep us in the dark.
Raise an extinguisher to the
Impending wall of flames,
And leave us out of your transparency.
We want nothing to do with it.