Words of Our Time
And have our tongues always not known what they speak? Good students, smart as whips, always hitting the books before killing the lights Armed with knowledge, and struck by new ideas, who wasn't proud to take stabs at it, firing off questions like shots in the dark. Dead right, dead wrong, there was always a time we could talk without thinking of dressing to kill. Drowing our sorrows. Parties were blasts, or they bombed. No joke was ever caught dead without its punch line. And here is a time when a president says we still have a shot at peace and the surest way to peace is through war When the media says fire that kills you is friendly when it's from your own side When those who say they want the troops to stay alive are told they don't support them In this time when words can make any war just and peace, a smashing success In this time, words like feathers knock some of us over And some of us stand speechless.
Originally published in Many Mountains Moving