Sitting here staring
At a downed power line
Computers shut down
without access
People in their cubes
Like little army ants
Lost without a meaning
Or a purpose
And I’m wondering about the words
That I would have said to you
If I had spoken of the notebook
I had written
Now your somewhere else
And I’m in a place
With a downed power line
And no access
And to me
it's a lost generation
A shell of a capsule
Which has broken
Where towers once fell
And debt mountains tall
Spinning on a spiral’s
tilted axis.
I’m in a plot
That I never should have known
In a life of a movie
unpredicted
Where the heroes are the villains
And the villains are the banks
Paid for from the pockets
Of the people
They tell you to be smart
To get an education
To be like your parents
Or be better
But what they don’t understand
Is that we never had a chance
When the moneys in the hands
Of the 'masters'
They sit by their desks
With empty role calls
Trying to fix the problems
Of consumption
And you can't watch the news
Without a congressional fool
Telling you to save
And be prudent.
But the budget overflows
And no one seems to know
Just what 800 billion
Means for china.
It’s like a bottle filled with sand
Where free trade stands
an army of a shadow
of an empire.
Copyright (c) David DeSantis
David DeSantis
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