A poem about the 'speed' of life and what everyone seems to be in such a hurry to achieve. |
Looking upon a scarred and battered earth Scurrying Hurrying Frantic Birth Fathers rushing home to families they’ll soon abuse And people to the pills they’ll soon misuse And teenagers to mothers they’ll soon ignore And girls to beauty magazines they’ll soon adore And classrooms filling with students they’ll soon conform And soldiers to wars where they'll soon bloody their uniforms And kids to computer screens where they'll soon find their porn And infants to hospitals where they'll soon be mourned And friends to parties where they’ll soon return to infancy And politicians to pedestals where they’ll soon shout hypocrisies And children to stores where they’ll soon be spoiled And christians to Churches where they’ll soon be toiled And grandfathers to graveyards where they’ll soon find peace And the homeless to the streets where they’ll burn their voided lease And grandmothers to nursing homes where they’ll soon be forgot And Congress to the lobbyists where they’ll soon be bought And businessmen to meetings where they’ll soon decide to deceive And boyfriends to girlfriends who they’ll soon decide to leave And mothers to abortion clinics where they'll soon lose their sons And maniacs to shops where they'll soon buy their guns , And the young idealist to his car Shouting out his hopes in vain Afraid to roll the window block Or return to where the peddlers reign, Streets of gold and perfume Blocking out the underneath rot, A fearful rebel hiding in an abandoned lot, A parade of monkeys rushing to the grave, Scurrying Hurrying Frantic Death. |