Saturday, February 25, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Well you gave us your hand me down world
Now we have nothing left to build with
Now we re-fabricate once fresh and original creations
Well you gave us your used up re-sourceless dead future
Where are the tools to enable our limited survival
Well you left us with a world based in fear
due to your wars, wars on drugs, wars on terrorism, wars with our selves
We don't want your hand me down world full of nothingness, empty promises, and no hope
But NOW it's too late.
What has been put into motion can't be stopped.
40 fucking years ago or more
you created the machines
made the earth your whore.
Who are we?
We are your children's children, we are us.
© 2012 Molly Atkinson Hauk
(Written today as I rode home from Sea Brook on 146 to I-10 to 73, over the oil fields and refineries that rape the earth. Under grey skies, over brown water, with my sunglasses on, and stubborn tears spilling out of my eyes.)
Now we have nothing left to build with
Now we re-fabricate once fresh and original creations
Well you gave us your used up re-sourceless dead future
Where are the tools to enable our limited survival
Well you left us with a world based in fear
due to your wars, wars on drugs, wars on terrorism, wars with our selves
We don't want your hand me down world full of nothingness, empty promises, and no hope
But NOW it's too late.
What has been put into motion can't be stopped.
40 fucking years ago or more
you created the machines
made the earth your whore.
Who are we?
We are your children's children, we are us.
© 2012 Molly Atkinson Hauk
(Written today as I rode home from Sea Brook on 146 to I-10 to 73, over the oil fields and refineries that rape the earth. Under grey skies, over brown water, with my sunglasses on, and stubborn tears spilling out of my eyes.)
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