What's the rule of law
But just a bunch of words
Where the words just matter
To the people who can afford to fight
Starving people often
Don't care to speak. No matter,
The laws were not made for them
If not to rule them.
High pine trees, knotted thorny plants, muggy tired heat
A jungle of tired plants wilting to the sidewalk next door
Dogs used to scramble beneath the shade
Foliage hanging like apples, the sun shooting high overhead
The fire and fury of the world dampened by the soft underbrush
Where shadow wallpapers the ecology.
No, not now. The cracked stone underfoot
Bikers and businessmen step through the shrubs
Chaparral, tumbleweeds, saguaros
Fractured bones of lost natural beauty are stunned
But was there anything to protect?
A moment that mattered?... so to speak.
The rule of law is penned by the privileged
Is Mother Nature subject to the rule of law?
Family fights are normal.
But don't we respect our elders?
There was a time when the words of Moses were the laws set upon the land. God was mean and his people barbaric - warring factions of men from across the known globe - trying to avoid starvation amidst cravings. Times were hard and the bible was the law and that was how people set their calendars and solved their problems and married off their children. That was law then until it changed.
The era of nuclear proliferation politics
Science and law fused like the Enola Gay
Words have scientific weight ordained only by the faithful.
Those who are believed will always rest
Upon the tops of totems
We straddle a world that knows the debt of life
With a world that assumes life was owed to them
There are no words to fuse the souls
The fission in this medieval time is a scientific impossibility
Great bounties of energy are sacrificed
So the laws can change - arbitrary rules.
Bare bones schools where fusion isn't even in the textbooks
Skeletons reminding us of the insignificance of literacy
Surgically removed hospitals on life support
Filaments flickering in bloodless operating rooms
Churches with their bibles in the fire, congregations still cold
Entire pews filled with children running off
To the city.
Please remember this:
These buildings did not build themselves!
These corners and constructions are not accidental.
Who willed the industrialization of society?
If anything it willed me
To learn its power, to understand its language
Where the force to turn emotion in to action
Is through the language of the damned.
And here we are.
So convenient the rulers can forget the laws they made
So easy the laws they made were made for them
There was a time when the laws allowed men
To package one another like an Amazon delivery
With a bulk rate just as if you were a Prime Subscriber.
Man has been waiting for drone technology for sometime.
... Oh those city nights! Light and sound awash with the benefit of privilege.
Across the middle passage men lost their lives
Man's soul overboard and the sharks victoriously feasting
At the bloody seafood buffet without a care in the world.
Nature cares not what the men high in buildings
Decide what's best for them and their children.
Yet the do it anyway - footmen of all dimensions take note
The inevitable whimpers of their masters.
Out of spite, trampling out the vintage.
Having loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible, swift sword
Never knowing really wrote His words...
...So many angry men.
They are all seem so angry - and why?
Why is a person angry?
What makes the baby cry?
A mother always offers of herself first
To calm a hungry baby
So why is a person angry?
Do we change so much?
Are the needs so different?
What makes a person angry?
Feed the belly and let the mind rest...
Feed the belly again and let the mind wander
Feed the belly again and again and again...
Then might be the time to ask those questions
Mornings wind through the hills and cows are already at work
A strange land of farm hiding from suburbia.
Man tries so hard to blend in like the tall referee at midget wrestling
Such a subtlety only man can define.
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