Passing Time
by Newt
Message 7 on The Critic's Board
machines moving mountains
          removing beautiful scenery
black rain and mud, grey smoke
         choking out the greenery
bird-song drowned by the
         industrial noise
nature noosed so some men
         can be one of the boys
and we allow this blight
          this dark night
        these dark knights
     forgoing all that's right
          all of our rights
and Why?
Why for Edison's light!

the darkening of the sun
          shall come for everyone
but when shall they see
          that of electricity?
must the blackness of coal
          cover us all whole?
burning of the dead for life and light!
ushering in the long dark night!

oil wars and industrial whores
     the presidents a pimp!
     or maybe just a gimp
in servitude to a ten tiered lamp
sitting high in the Prince's' lair
as we unwittingly remake the air
into a giant ball of black damp

POW!

cry, cry, cry
forever.

written 21 April 2006 by W R Thomas III
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ShadowMUD

09:50, Darkday, Sartki 14, 207 AD.

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