NEW PLANET By Tom Jensen
Empty polling places mean
Cracked and shifting political bases…
Confused and unhappy
Looking down at the ground
With a frown faces…
Goin’ around and around all over town
To all these places…
As if they’re up in the air
All plugged in to outer spaceland…
Less than a person
More of a manifestation
Just a series of gestures
And causal relations
Barely branded as human
Of unknown origins or nations
Speaking in non-tongue talking gibberish
Declaring self-righteous
and indignant proclamations
As the minority of the opulent
Pay space taker uppers
and people place holders
To hold signs that state:
‘It’s STILL love if you love to hate’ and
‘Hegemony before survival’
While here on the other side of the line
Is me standing and holding mine that reads:
The majority of the populous
Disagrees and we hereby decree:
We want a world without war
Not a war to end all wars
For if we see world war three
Then our world may fail be…
Oh masters of the universe
To the Wizards of Davos I pray
Won’t you get back inside your limousines
Tell your assistant to have your driver
Take you real, real far away…
The one race you don’t want to win
Is the race to our final demise and destruction
It’s best to give in to the livin’ just to fight again
Than it is to say you won and make a final sign
Saying: WARNING! DANGER! BROKEN!
New planet now under construction
Yeah, we’re all f%&$ed then…