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The Hogs of Entropy

 · 26 Apr 2019

  

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                            The Wrecking Ball 
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                            A <<-HoE->> Poem. 

                                                   By --> FuZzY 

 Release Date: 09/05/94 
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 FOUR SCORE AND TWENTY YEARS AGO 
 our fore fathers broke the ground 
 To dig the foundations of a new nation 
 With careful attention and tender slave exploitation 
 There, in society's foundation, 
  
 lies a reason for the dark violence around us. 

 Since those early days of the FIRST civil way, 

 The architects of our micro-world, our city and suburbs, 
 have built up the country with metal and plactics, 
 Built up a towering, iron-wrought America. 
 I was taught America 
 was strong, high and long 
 Reached the sky, nothing wrong, America. 

 The great Steel Builing Nation 
 Shimmering in frozen sunlight 
 Perfect, stream-lined shell 
 Mirror windows keeping eyes out. 
 Now, we witness the crumbling. 
 'Cause the Office building 
 is all full of starving, angry children 
 Who, night after night, go awfully cold 
 Awfully bare and bombarded 
 Cold hearted, insensitive and incensed. 
 The violated tenents are becoming violent. 
 Can we blame them? Yes! No! 
 Who's the friend and who's the foe? 
 Even the architects can't see where this line should go. 

 The corporate penhouse offices 
 Rise above our heads, 
 Ride the city 
 Like the streets are waves 
 And office holders are the crest. 
 Smiling white, foaming  
 at the mouth. 
 NOW, WE WITNESS THE LOW TIDE. 
 As the building sways in a gust of distrust, 
 Dark sparks fly into our eyes 
 As we build up, BUILD UP, BUILD UP to the Sun-- 
 filled days of our ever--Present Hades; 
 We build so high, but hell follows us into the heavens 
 And lurks between our cubical walls. 

 There's no shade from trees that stand so far below, 
 No parents to train us, or comfort us in woe 
 the children and trees get hacked at, burned and bleed. 
 Why do we keep killing the things we need? 
 Rhetorical questions echo all over the media screen, 
 The networks scream: 
 "STOP THOSE TEENS!" 
 And I just look away and think how pitifully short their memory is, 
 Like a siv, sifting out how brutal history is. 
 Teens act now as grown men have always lived. 
 The TRICKLE DOWN VIOLENCE 
 drips it's red substance 
 down the sky slicing building 
 Down the generation X 
 Why? 
 ZAP! 

 The thick walls of America ward away the light 
 Warn away all innocence 
 Don't dare stay too close 
 To the walls of repulsing personalities, 
 Cults and creative destroyers, 
 Red with frustration, hard like a brick. 

 How do I feel, what do I feel as I walk the corridor? 
 I feel glaring eyes, and spiteful words, discouraging thoughts 
 And parched spirits with not enough spirit 
 to get out from behind cubical--neighbors 
 and make good or do good. 
 I feel dead again and again and again, 
 Like my nerve endings have no beginings. 

 I go pulsating and feeling my way out 
 through the roars and raunch 
 All around me, searching for restored morality 
 In this chasmm of thickening anomy, 
 I'm sickened by the sights, 
 Saddened by our plight, 
 I call out: "How long till we learn to live together right???" 

 Humanity is cracking to peices 
 Constantly at the end of history 
 Where do we finally find the final way, 
 The Glorious truth, the enlightening day? 

 That peace lies strewn across 
 Man's inner landscapes 
 And seems as likely to come about 
 As adam and eve making apple pie 
 in a microwave. 

 Peace resides in humble homes 
 That the rumbling tones 
 Of darkness cannot penitrate. 
 Peace prospers as people's perspectives are perfected. 
 Peace walks on the bridges that span the space 
 Between the many worlds that now exist blindly side by side,  
 never touching. 

 Peace comes to families that walk side by side 
 down the center of the road; 
 Eating half of what they could, giving all they can 
 To their fellow man- 
 dated makers of the world view - earth shapers. 
 As the building collapses 
 from the top down 
 From the bottom up 
 The tenents must remember that the ground awaits our return 
 Awaits the collapes followed by the rebuilding, 
 a new building made of moral materials. 

 Peace begins when puzzling shards of enlightenment 
 Are pieced together to mirror our dreams 
 And beam our struggle upward out through the universe 
 Like some magic sattlelite 
 Flooding Earth in a sunrise of sweet hope. 

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