the next feast

take the the last airliner out of this latest hot spot with a revolution and a hurricane coming
back to the peace and quiet where there's no getting away from the hum of convenience
the neighbors have all been trained and the ones that haven't got the flame thrower breath of the law to contend with.

Some of them let their emotions carry them away
which has the effect of people opening their eyes and seeing the hell all around them
minefields with heaven in the background.
its a condition that's spreading, that's got the commissars manufacturing laws they say the surly surely deserve , getting what they got coming to them.

And the corollary also holds:
the weasels of war and oppression and their support systems-- because its always worked so well before--- stand before the flags saluting before the next big advance,
their hearts emitting a vibe like what happens during the wave at the big game,
cherishing the sense of belonging,
in the pocket of security
but all the same keeping an eye on the exits and
ocassionally fiddling for their car keys.

Paranoia of the fittest with the ringside tickets ,where it all looks like a circus where every patsy must be picked apart
the mistakes and what seemed unavoidable reactions at the time
come back to haunt ,
invisible tragedies blowing around like autumn leaves

Hearts breaking out of the hell hotel , who could tell,
Who in their right mind would have bet on peace without that code of deception clouding the faces of the sound-bitten ubiquitous persons ?
The colors of the rainbow outside sending an effortless message
The stock market witch-doctors hold onto their pharmaceutical stocks
The tempature of the planets remains within an acceptable range , for this morning anyway,
The control centres dying of ignorance in the midst of data
and during the break there's clearing off the inevitability of fate for the next feast.