Are They Gone Yet?
I want to know.
Are they gone yet?
I want to know.
These guys have been hanging around a long time.
Just when you think it is safe to go outside...
There they are.
Maybe they will never go away.
I think they will be with us forever.
They breed in the dark places.
They tell big stories about the terrors out there.
They want more want more weapons.
They want more prison cells.
They worship capital and sleep with her sister fraud.
They enslave in manners open and invisible.
They split us and try to crush us.
No, they are not gone.
They are waiting.
They breed in the dark places.
Are they gone yet?
I want to know.
These guys have been hanging around a long time.
Just when you think it is safe to go outside...
There they are.
Maybe they will never go away.
I think they will be with us forever.
They breed in the dark places.
They tell big stories about the terrors out there.
They want more want more weapons.
They want more prison cells.
They worship capital and sleep with her sister fraud.
They enslave in manners open and invisible.
They split us and try to crush us.
No, they are not gone.
They are waiting.
They breed in the dark places.
posted by Fred Garber at 4:19 PM
7 Comments:
Oh, too true. Poetry is so good at expressing our deepest fears.
Patry....It is great to see you commenting again!! Thanks for the comment!
I could relate to Beth's recent comment about the scales of justice.
You asked me a good question. I'm still trying to figure things out. But I'm here. :-) Thanks, Fred.
Sorry to intrude this way, but: Are you the Fred Garber that once built dulcimers? If so, I have your #5. Am I rich now?
Jack- Must be a different Fred Garber. However, I do own a dulcimer that I boughtin the mid 60s. Am I rich?
Just checking in to say we tried the salpicon and it was wonderful. The recipe would have fed 20 (probably the party that you mentioned) but my son finished the last of it.
Patry...I could use some right now! Your son must have a big appetite!
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