mr.mincemeat@syteka.UUCP (mr.mincemeat) (09/27/83)
I must write a poem
A socially conscious poem
I really must, you know-
I have no choice but to describe
The running soundless figures I saw
In dying color
All over my TV screen
It is my cosmic obligation
To record the bursts of flame;
The bottles that held the liquor
That fueled the revolutionary fire
In the hearts and minds of the people
Now filled with gasoline;
Strange flowers bloom on roofs and walls
The walls of who knows what;
And to achieve integrity
I must immortalize
Those all too mortal unknown people
Shot down by some others
(Were they soldiers?)
Bleeding in dying in the streets
Far away in some nameless land
And in my living room.
mr.mincemeat
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