-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _____ _____ The | @ | Hogs of Entropy | @ | /\__^__/\ present... /\__^__/\ BUUUURP BUUUURP The Wrecking Ball ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A <<-HoE->> Poem. By --> FuZzY Release Date: 09/05/94 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- FOUR SCORE AND TWENTY YEARS AGO our fore fathers broke the ground To dig the foundations of a new nation With careful attention and tender slave exploitation There, in society's foundation, lies a reason for the dark violence around us. Since those early days of the FIRST civil way, The architects of our micro-world, our city and suburbs, have built up the country with metal and plactics, Built up a towering, iron-wrought America. I was taught America was strong, high and long Reached the sky, nothing wrong, America. The great Steel Builing Nation Shimmering in frozen sunlight Perfect, stream-lined shell Mirror windows keeping eyes out. Now, we witness the crumbling. 'Cause the Office building is all full of starving, angry children Who, night after night, go awfully cold Awfully bare and bombarded Cold hearted, insensitive and incensed. The violated tenents are becoming violent. Can we blame them? Yes! No! Who's the friend and who's the foe? Even the architects can't see where this line should go. The corporate penhouse offices Rise above our heads, Ride the city Like the streets are waves And office holders are the crest. Smiling white, foaming at the mouth. NOW, WE WITNESS THE LOW TIDE. As the building sways in a gust of distrust, Dark sparks fly into our eyes As we build up, BUILD UP, BUILD UP to the Sun-- filled days of our ever--Present Hades; We build so high, but hell follows us into the heavens And lurks between our cubical walls. There's no shade from trees that stand so far below, No parents to train us, or comfort us in woe the children and trees get hacked at, burned and bleed. Why do we keep killing the things we need? Rhetorical questions echo all over the media screen, The networks scream: "STOP THOSE TEENS!" And I just look away and think how pitifully short their memory is, Like a siv, sifting out how brutal history is. Teens act now as grown men have always lived. The TRICKLE DOWN VIOLENCE drips it's red substance down the sky slicing building Down the generation X Why? ZAP! The thick walls of America ward away the light Warn away all innocence Don't dare stay too close To the walls of repulsing personalities, Cults and creative destroyers, Red with frustration, hard like a brick. How do I feel, what do I feel as I walk the corridor? I feel glaring eyes, and spiteful words, discouraging thoughts And parched spirits with not enough spirit to get out from behind cubical--neighbors and make good or do good. I feel dead again and again and again, Like my nerve endings have no beginings. I go pulsating and feeling my way out through the roars and raunch All around me, searching for restored morality In this chasmm of thickening anomy, I'm sickened by the sights, Saddened by our plight, I call out: "How long till we learn to live together right???" Humanity is cracking to peices Constantly at the end of history Where do we finally find the final way, The Glorious truth, the enlightening day? That peace lies strewn across Man's inner landscapes And seems as likely to come about As adam and eve making apple pie in a microwave. Peace resides in humble homes That the rumbling tones Of darkness cannot penitrate. Peace prospers as people's perspectives are perfected. Peace walks on the bridges that span the space Between the many worlds that now exist blindly side by side, never touching. Peace comes to families that walk side by side down the center of the road; Eating half of what they could, giving all they can To their fellow man- dated makers of the world view - earth shapers. As the building collapses from the top down From the bottom up The tenents must remember that the ground awaits our return Awaits the collapes followed by the rebuilding, a new building made of moral materials. Peace begins when puzzling shards of enlightenment Are pieced together to mirror our dreams And beam our struggle upward out through the universe Like some magic sattlelite Flooding Earth in a sunrise of sweet hope. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- (c)opythisdown FuZzBaLl Productions