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Hogs of Entropy, Issue #2

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The Wrecking Ball
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A <<-HoE->> Poem.

By --> FuZzY

Release Date: 09/05/94
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FOUR SCORE AND TWENTY YEARS AGO
our fore fathers broke the ground
To dig the foundations of a new nation
With careful attention and tender slave exploitation
There, in society's foundation,

lies a reason for the dark violence around us.

Since those early days of the FIRST civil way,

The architects of our micro-world, our city and suburbs,
have built up the country with metal and plactics,
Built up a towering, iron-wrought America.
I was taught America
was strong, high and long
Reached the sky, nothing wrong, America.

The great Steel Builing Nation
Shimmering in frozen sunlight
Perfect, stream-lined shell
Mirror windows keeping eyes out.
Now, we witness the crumbling.
'Cause the Office building
is all full of starving, angry children
Who, night after night, go awfully cold
Awfully bare and bombarded
Cold hearted, insensitive and incensed.
The violated tenents are becoming violent.
Can we blame them? Yes! No!
Who's the friend and who's the foe?
Even the architects can't see where this line should go.

The corporate penhouse offices
Rise above our heads,
Ride the city
Like the streets are waves
And office holders are the crest.
Smiling white, foaming
at the mouth.
NOW, WE WITNESS THE LOW TIDE.
As the building sways in a gust of distrust,
Dark sparks fly into our eyes
As we build up, BUILD UP, BUILD UP to the Sun--
filled days of our ever--Present Hades;
We build so high, but hell follows us into the heavens
And lurks between our cubical walls.

There's no shade from trees that stand so far below,
No parents to train us, or comfort us in woe
the children and trees get hacked at, burned and bleed.
Why do we keep killing the things we need?
Rhetorical questions echo all over the media screen,
The networks scream:
"STOP THOSE TEENS!"
And I just look away and think how pitifully short their memory is,
Like a siv, sifting out how brutal history is.
Teens act now as grown men have always lived.
The TRICKLE DOWN VIOLENCE
drips it's red substance
down the sky slicing building
Down the generation X
Why?
ZAP!

The thick walls of America ward away the light
Warn away all innocence
Don't dare stay too close
To the walls of repulsing personalities,
Cults and creative destroyers,
Red with frustration, hard like a brick.

How do I feel, what do I feel as I walk the corridor?
I feel glaring eyes, and spiteful words, discouraging thoughts
And parched spirits with not enough spirit
to get out from behind cubical--neighbors
and make good or do good.
I feel dead again and again and again,
Like my nerve endings have no beginings.

I go pulsating and feeling my way out
through the roars and raunch
All around me, searching for restored morality
In this chasmm of thickening anomy,
I'm sickened by the sights,
Saddened by our plight,
I call out: "How long till we learn to live together right???"

Humanity is cracking to peices
Constantly at the end of history
Where do we finally find the final way,
The Glorious truth, the enlightening day?

That peace lies strewn across
Man's inner landscapes
And seems as likely to come about
As adam and eve making apple pie
in a microwave.

Peace resides in humble homes
That the rumbling tones
Of darkness cannot penitrate.
Peace prospers as people's perspectives are perfected.
Peace walks on the bridges that span the space
Between the many worlds that now exist blindly side by side,
never touching.

Peace comes to families that walk side by side
down the center of the road;
Eating half of what they could, giving all they can
To their fellow man-
dated makers of the world view - earth shapers.
As the building collapses
from the top down
From the bottom up
The tenents must remember that the ground awaits our return
Awaits the collapes followed by the rebuilding,
a new building made of moral materials.

Peace begins when puzzling shards of enlightenment
Are pieced together to mirror our dreams
And beam our struggle upward out through the universe
Like some magic sattlelite
Flooding Earth in a sunrise of sweet hope.

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