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Protest With Love
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I’m flailing my arms at the passing cars, metal and rubber, gas fumes and roars…. We think we need more oil. I can’t sleep at night ‘cause the rage of highway insects buzzes in the darkness. We think we need more asphalt. I fancy traveling in my metal shell, seeing the bridges and buildings flow by in a movie set. We think we need more illusions. The wall of civilization blocking past dreams of loving each other beside wood fires still rings in our ears. We need to wake up! In your eyes I see no oil or asphalt. Steel and rubber dissolve in your tears. I do not see civilizations rising and falling. I see only myself reflected in the shinning orb of a terrible human love. |
