The Broken Tree Branch
I was driving down a country road, a city street
And noticed a broken tree branch
This branch had fallen upon a man with no last name
The weight of another crippled by confusion
Had cause this branch to fall it dangles from centuries of misunderstanding in a storm of un-forgiveness
Making us all victims
His job was taken away by technology, ideology
Overseas ventures and nobody noticed merging storms or broken limbs unconnected to source as they were consumed
By demons which stole there daily thought and child-like
hearts
Snipers and huge buildings fell to fear
With affirmative action and nobody notice
The broken tree branch or the twisted bodies
In teary-eyed pools, that lay in its’ path
As we slowly droned in delusion
Consumed by an American idiot
And who wants to be a millionaire
Still we marched to soldier’s heartbeat
As we retreat to the comfort zone of self righteousness
Who shall walk in the parade of decay
Blind to neon blue purpose in ghetto streets
Walking spiritless, and heartless crying
In the drunkenness of understanding 2000
Shall 2012 tell, this is you me, I and he
Beneath the broken tree
Living in the woods just north of you, in St. Augustine I see many broken tree branches, but never once did it stir my imagination as such...I'm intrigued!
By the way, you mentioned in your blog that a few poets are needed in Palm Coast...I'm open for the venue! Let me know what its all about!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~