Stop trying to make sense of things,
telephone wires are invisible now-
They flow straight into people's brains,
and next year they'll be implanting them,
you'll be permanently online.
One day I looked up
and swallowed a big chunk of glass,
Right out of the diamond sky-
People piss out demons from whiskey
into all the reservoirs,
People drinking it sicken unknowingly.
Some have twisted strips of white plastic
like Martian sinews
buried under their skin-
But they think it's from that car wreck from 1972.
Some believe vaccines are weakening us
with mercury, heavy metals;
an undocumented virus
but it's all in the meat we eat;
the animals fighting are inside of us
their flesh is antagonistic to our species
it leaves proteins behind, slowly killing
and the invading virus that wins-
eats us all.
Yes Patti, keep putting your original thoughts in wonderful verses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is so great that someone takes these matters and puts them in front of all eyes to look at. Things we would not have thought about today, now loom effectively somewhere in the recess's of our minds that hold these matters. Time to wonder what can I do as an individual for our survival. Or do we say: 'It's too late? ' I am not sure. Thanks for a light on the path and a powerful writing Jim Troy