Reparations and the Speed of Sound
Moses thought he might take up the charge
even unified as he was
he could see all the way to the ending
every tear shed every indignity
for Lord knows he had failed once
and here in heaven he still felt an itch
a little bit like Chairman Mao
and the repentant Augustine
and many other civilized mobsters
a people set up to be killed
and then be killed again
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but would she listen if he spoke
and could he even start to reach her
what would be his message
there is no recourse now
only echoes of a new division
yanking eyes back but still they cannot see
the vanishing of preciousness
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there is a small space in the cosmos
where heaven still has room to breathe
look there it is
the executioners
still have suits and ties
the enemy
they keep dying and then come back
do not play their game
the cost to their souls equals many reparations
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sure everyone sees
injustice rules
uncanny how they do it
ergo
it will not end
this is beyond your simple knee jerk binary
the other side is knee deep in apocalyptic dreaming
first in Iran then back to home turf to kick butt and feel secure again
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they control the declension/notice when they must/if you offered them a simple plan they would refuse/not the way it was
don’t try to play our game
keep on with the charade
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don’t talk of rights
we’re playing hardball now
it’s crap but we are stuck
we never had the habits to begin with dammit
swear all you want
we’ll still be playing make believe
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you always did
you always took the beautiful pathway
and truth prevailed
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you don’t want this
we are the damned ones
you’ve known it from the start
we get too close and then we separate
we leave the rest to sweet amnesia
indulging our love
better than our resolving it
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there is a way Tom Sawyer knew it
i guess you tried it and i guess it failed
so rich, and so blessed/so misunderstood/Fannin Street blues
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take me/I don’t matter/stop looking
there ain’t nothing here
Yes, you are!
and you want in
and it will happen soon
but not as expected
there is a zombie factor in arrears
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at least there’ll be no bleeding
i’m all envy
you should have seen me back then
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bullets killed beloved community
reparations was too honest to be real
it came back for a while as a conversation piece
while money came in wheel barrows to the unknown
i don’t know what happened to whatever was the end
no one said an end was in the cards
for that matter there may be no time
that’s not eternity
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blessed are the color blind
who will die happily for any
and no longer can contain rage
