</>Buy-off on the message and the messenger
Cultivate this “900 followers plus five”
DeaD ……………………………… DeaD
Druged/Dead
Led/Dead
Follow/Death
Crazy/Poison
Seek/Find/Kill
Deaf
Dumb
Blind
Dead
There’s always a “Jim Jones” lurking
Waiting to rape your senses with (what(?)
A need for power? A power for seducing sheep?
I’ve been led down many a path
But I always had an eye on the gate
Know that the love of the sound of
One’s own voice is a cause for alarm.
What those sad 900 souls wanted
Or never knew, could not be
Found or learned on a farm of isolation
“The senator and his staff are dead
Others will come to take us away
We must take this poison now and quick
Men, women, children – all - now - quick”.
Amazing grace how sweet the sound
That saves a wretched soul like mine
I am lost, will not be found, am blind
So you can see – can you see?
Can you see?
1978
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem