the hive. ( a poem of sorts )

I look and wonder at the world gone by

People chasing dreams on skies

We run around ridged in our birthday suits and cry cahoots for clothes that cause wonder

and cast a bemused look upon our new world order

Order makes sense if the preceding wasn't bent and twisted out of shape

I see animals in language and landmarks in wonders

I see the progress we have made and i look and ponder......

Have we really understood this at all?

Turbulent times lead to the crimes our glorious nation is facing

being held on trial to walk the green mile and we can all but

smile

because action and consequence finally make sense

we now see the turbulance in our magnificence

for we are all creatures great and small

some of us set to take a bigger fall than others.....

Possibly mothers and fathers can stake a claim

Raised their lavas  who's wings have spread and they sit bloated

regurgitating shit

Spreading disease with freedom and ease

not thinking about the hereafter

More content with self sustained laughter.