A little bit of mind-less squashing,
A little bit of this and that,
A little bit of planes and bombs falling,
Has bitten off my … ass!

Where do you go when following others minds?
Where do you go when trust is a need?
A little bit of politics, and greed, has turned
And bitten off our knees…

A little bit of mind-less knowledge,
A little bit of sought power that’s falling,
A little bit of crematory-weaponed-rice
Has bitten off our face.

Where do I go when wondering?
Where do I go to seek my direction?
A little bit of constant lying has turned,
And bitten off my escape…

A little bit of mind-less hypocrisy,
A little bit of promoted unworth,
A little bit of a lot of propaganda, falling,
Has bitten through our truths.

Where can you turn to round the corner?
Where do we home our inner souls?
All the little bits are supposed to be completed,
And 'bitten' into new shapes…

A little bit of mindful self-flushing,
A little bit of new Thought to center All.
A little bit of fruitful plains and psalms falling,
Will rewrite us, and ‘everybody else’.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 1/12/05