Wings

 

The musicians are listening, the iron workers are lifting , the nurses are rushing and mending.
Those who make the world go, up against walls built by lackeys of elites who know at least 40 ways to use their lips to leak an illusion.
The bards of yesteryear let loose with cell phones, working on fantasies to keep justice crusted and equality pending.
See the results, not only on car commercials, but on the essays that get A's ; the hammers of occulsion

For viewpoints that are intrusions, like a bull at a road block.
Babies and bathwater floating by on the Euphrates.
Luckily the pure minds in the institutes of technology have a big supply of double talk in stock,
Dug in at the harvest end of the Ecclesiastes.

Remembrances flood the present like extreme weather.
Emulation of the earth's bounty boundless until unto carbon copies of the Carribean we depart.
Hideaway haciendas in the middle of the poverty of people crushed together.
True, giving tributes on holidays, to their sacrifices and dilemmas, and the rest of the week: let them bargain shop at Walmart.

Idiot tales to keep the electonic economics ringing, and whatever else that that sense of superior ethiticity brings.
Radio tall talk and satellite vector viciousness ; things will get uglier before the ducklings get any prettier , when they figure out gravity and spread their wings.