human instinct.

common sense

has lead me as much as spiritual fortitude
atheist's taught me as much as minister's
evolutionists as much as creationists
... in my wanders toward
the ever-evolving over-consciousness
the delicate mesh of covenants
we navigate hit and miss

soldiers in our garrisons
the cells and gardens
we drift through
oblivious ghosts
reenacting our deaths for an audience of none

conspiring with our friends
for fame and wealth and delusions of wisdom
talking until the words
take on a life of their own
... then go take lives

our orphaned thoughts become bayonets at our backs
their tips gleaming silver
dripping with our blood

when we are weary of the attack
they fill us with pills and propaganda
and dreams of glory and heavenly lies demeaned long ago into blood brown mud
on our black boots

the politicians back home are spared
the screams of the dying
the deafening of the bombs
the blinding blasts
turning friends into stone cold flesh

the war profiteers keep their kids
coked up with the jet set
far from the fray
& complain
that they already have enough taxes to pay
while they bitch and whine that we're all fine

not that they mean us in their we
YOU BETTER BEWARE, baby

before they hypno you back into
a complacent cow in the pasture