Our Children Bleed…

Measure, measure,

Conform.

Measure, measure,

Outcome.

Measure, measure,

Agree.

Measure, measure,

Die.

 

Is it safe?

Will they sue?

Where did I put my cabbages?

 

Our children bleed,

They are so scared,

Like a pillow in their faces,

We stifle and suffocate.

 

How did we get here????

 

We put a condom on life,

Lubricated with rationality,

Packaged in nonoxyl nine,

Sold in day glow green,

With strawberry flavour.

 

Will they still love me when I fail?

 

Scream.

Scream at the top of your lungs!!

Howl at the moon!!

 

There HAS to be more…..

 

Bow down at the temple of the mind,

Worship at the altar of logic,

Listen to the language.

 

But that email said this,

Therefore I conclude.

Damned for all times,

By words in your words and for your words.

 

Face value?

 

How?

How did they miss?

How could they possibly miss?

 

The feeling……..

 

Don’t you know,

Emotion is a dirty word?

Let’s be sensible.

Let’s be rational.

 

NO!

 

Take away those ropes,

I do not want them.

 

Take away that chain,

It will not hold me.

 

I feel…

 

I feel……..

 

While we wait and discuss,

I have gone limp.

I am not interested anymore,

The moment has passed.

 

That spark was there,

But safety deflates,

Like wet blanket to fire.

 

Life is not rational.

It is…

Well, it is what it is….

 

No it is not!

 

We CAN control it.

We know our destiny.

The clown laughs.

 

Legacy,

Is a terrible word.

That is what we leave.

 

Lubricated with rationality,

Packaged in nonoxyl nine,

Sold in day glow green,

With strawberry flavour.