Friday, August 29, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Are You Quicker than Sheep?
A Poem for Guardians: by Janet Phelan
Buy low
Sell high
Get rich
You still die
Kill the old
Rob their breath
Stuff your pockets
With your Second Death
Kill the old
Kill their young
Kill the song
Before it's sung
Burn the fields
Poison the well
Stick your profits
In your bank in Hell
There's a snake in the garden
There's a snake in your bed
There's a snake in your mirror
There's a snake in your head
It's a beautiful planet
So rich and green
And the Angel of God
Is nowhere to be seen
It's here for the taking
And when the day is through
It's all about money
And it's all about you
Janet Phelan
Sell high
Get rich
You still die
Kill the old
Rob their breath
Stuff your pockets
With your Second Death
Kill the old
Kill their young
Kill the song
Before it's sung
Burn the fields
Poison the well
Stick your profits
In your bank in Hell
There's a snake in the garden
There's a snake in your bed
There's a snake in your mirror
There's a snake in your head
It's a beautiful planet
So rich and green
And the Angel of God
Is nowhere to be seen
It's here for the taking
And when the day is through
It's all about money
And it's all about you
Janet Phelan
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