Drink Deep...Drink Thoroughly (They Say)

What bonds the world to it’s brutal chain?...

...How does a baby bird lose her way, and

slip into a death-like state?...

Mother must have met a crisis to let

the poor dear succumb to such a fate!

I never knew how precious life could be,

’til I yanked the zipper of the centuries

to watch intestines tumble out like

the green lanolin of the lambs...

...this realization stained my hands.

Drink deep...Drink thoroughly they say...

...They want us all to chase the murk,

but keep the tainted clouds at bay...

Drink deep...Drink thoroughly they say...

...And as we suffer through their mirth,

Land-owners of our souls still play...

Drink deep.

How dare we exploit every sacred inch of land,

And still insist upon our jaded innocence?...

...We all deserve the golden calf,

Tho still the broken, winding path remains

with blood stains, and never-ended reprieves...

...I wouldn’t let my soul be seized,

When the deadly hand of agriculture fell...

Now savagely wounded by the knell

That summoned all the soon to be slain

To the garden’s ornate poison well.

Drink deep...Drink thoroughly they say...

...They want us all to chase the murk,

but keep the tainted clouds at bay...

Drink deep...Drink thoroughly they say...

...And as we suffer through their mirth,

Land-owners of our souls still play...

Drink deep.

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5/27/19

Bunny Villaire

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