Fiji folded, Europe blinked, Facebook naked took a chin,
The bankers capitulated without saying a thing,
The long-awaited trials can begin.
Even the President glints some ring
Instead of the ass he usually lets us see
As he stanched the traffic in blood through Long Beach,
Dismantled clown caves from a triggering breach,
Offered the blackmailed a chance to be free
From bloodlines that report up to star frequencies.
Peace is a weapon when war is the prize
In islands offshore where on children they dine
And supplies now are low on ceremonial wine
And their symbols can't save them, known now to the wise,
And no one senses their fear. The sun on the rise
Won’t betray the game played among spies.
It goes on without need of us hearing the cries
Or knowing the crimes of those we trusted
Or even our own minds, daily crop dusted
‘Til our efforts fed death and division, envy and lack,
As if our desire is to smile as we pull the clip back.
How will we know that it’s safe to be free?
When do they tell the country,
When so many people scream in their sleep
And the sentries awake still so lonely?
So long we have waited for what we had already,
The chains on all we see unsheathed finally.
The eyes of those who see are enough I guess;
Universes were created from less.
