OCCUPY

No one ever thanks the occupiers
we prefer our own sleazy leaders
to paved over explosions

In our need to fix
we disconnect
reality wanes
philosophy guides
nobody wins

Grabbing childhood toys ingrained
Television worship heralded
pedestalled sound bytes
masking as communication

Jumping from planes
backpacks overflow

Campers stake tents
tides reverse
fighting nature an old curse

Hands lose grasp
cities rise
weeds sprayed
grass roots mostly lose

The world once flat
three dimensioned
a mobius strip of grasping formed

Redecorating
flags up and down
earrings on a night out
we build to be undone

where went the starry night?