of human kind floated on a great city-ships
out into the dead and dying oceans
their great wealth buying them a few more years
what they hope is enough time
to build some space vessels and take off for other planets
the chosen few we all want to be
the one who gets an in with God
hits the lotto and praises that feeling of being CHOSEN
until you blow it all and fall down further than you ever would have
saw the documentary--damnedest things
I never buy lotto tickets;
money better spent on something I know works,
like weed
the young starlet says God made it so
grew old and cursed the creature in the sky that would turn her haggard and weak and sick
blaming or praising GOD depending on the luck of the cards
rabbits feet and crosses and lucky numbers and newspaper horoscopes
and the tales the gypsy psychic tells and the finest presidential speech
I think of the fanatic few who would compile the list of who gets to live
say Oil Rain boiling up out of the oceans kills the North American Continent
a meteor is coming at that will take half of Russia
There are lists of who goes where to be saved in the event of a nuclear war
Chicagoans are advised to drive to Kentucky, the mountains...
traffic is expected to make such an escape functionally impossible
a chosen few will get helicopters out
the rest will probably never even be told what is coming
there will be no way to maintain order if the dedision is being made
to leave most of us for dead
Who would stand for it?
Not me...
some mad few would feel responsible for preserving the species
a few hold outs at tom cruises 5 million dollar bunker and other places less mapped
known, or silly.... serious places hidden under cloaks of national security
secured places for presidents, generals, the basics to keep a government running
some kind of civilian control over the military
CROSSING THE RUBICON
IS WHAT HAPPENS when the soldiers decide to step in
when they say enough is enough we need to correct something here
occasionally they have been good men who set power aside after the war
occasionally they've become the most brutal monsters ever to take human form
a buddy and I have been discussing for a month or so
whenever we get together
the population and exponential growth
the old adage of the wise man who asks for just one grain of rice doubled daily
and takes the kings fortunes in a few months...
or more likely took what he could and leave with his head
I hear of a lecture well received in academic circles about releasing ebola
as the end game
in population control
sat by the beach under a tree feeling a lake breeze and lucky to be in such beauty
with a dog in a park filled with friendly people at peace
thinking I would never choose to be among the chosen
I don't want to be on the list of who gets to live after the viruses are released
won't work as a camp guard if someone decides the best way is camps
won't hide underground until the poesin passes and come out and pretend we did the right thing
God or not there are some sins that no means can justify the end of...
some places the very soul should not go
I urge the masses in my stupid ass preaching in the alley
to avoid being noticed kind of way
Socrates constantly questing
unwilling this time to take the Hemlock and slip out silently
taking solace he has lived up to his laws
no
this time this Socrates arrived prepared for a fight
for the return of all he once died to preserve
how desperate will we get when it comes down to pure us or them?
US OR THEM FOR THE RESOURCES OF THE PLANET JUST TO SURVIVE
NOT TO MAKE A FEW MORE BUCKS
and God knows what we do to each other for a few bucks..
a higher standard of living
what will we do if it comes down to how to feed ourselves?
won't take no ticket on a space ship
go out on the ocean to avoid the death of the continent
won't flee into a mountain shelter and live out a few more years
as the species die out around me
won't camp out in that cemetery
and try to pretend that some God has chosen me to be a brutal, murdering beast
I will be like my ancestors and die with my soldiers
fighting for the survival of a few ideals at first
then the lives of a few people I love
one fucking stray cat would be enough to live on and fight for
yea' I'll captain this little ship over the waves or into Davy Jones Locker
Proud to have Painted My Own Flag
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