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To All Mothers Everywhere To all mothers everywhere Why do you part your legs toward the 21st Centaury Didn’t you know That the future is our final station Where the monkey sits and waits To collect For a debt that has long been owed? And he will never be denied payment. That fateful stop is close now. Didn’t you know that this train will never be slowed? Maybe we should have planned our escape Before the monkey smiled Instead of wandering like dumb beasts That serve as an exhibit on some distant safari Under the burning glow of industry. Yes it gave us the TV and black lung. And Yes we should be grateful What other system allows you to own a Statesman? Or Pay for the right to soil your water Or Blacken someone else’s? How else can you explain the water’s And this century’s Taste of curdled milk That sits in some hoarder’s fridge Waiting for the next great war. Why do you offer your babes the fire? Everything that blooms In the forest where we once played Is consumed Immediately Now a days. On America Which is the land of the disposable hero And disposable victim Where do you think your babes will land? The hoarder? The fool with a loser’s dream? The second storey man Or the industrialist who wallows in his moneyed slop Or grows fat feeding on the blue collar? Maybe the hero Who will be torn apart for touching the wrong ass? Only to fade into the gutter? And did you think you could Swim in this ocean of equations? This is elemental my dear. The only end is the shore of a negative. The only outcome when you try to defy these waters Is a riptide that will pull you under? What role do you really think you have? 2 Finally Under the sour winds That blow in the coming shadow Of the kakocracy Nothing grows But the desert That brings dry dreams of your children. But at least their sheets are clean.

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To All Mothers Everywhere To all mothers everywhere Why do you part your legs toward the 21st Centaury Didn’t you know That the future is our final station Where the monkey sits and waits To collect For a debt that has long been owed? And he will never be denied payment. That fateful stop is close now. Didn’t you know that this train will never be slowed? Maybe we should have planned our escape Before the monkey smiled Instead of wandering like dumb beasts That serve as an exhibit on some distant safari Under the burning glow of industry. Yes it gave us the TV and black lung. And Yes we should be grateful What other system allows you to own a Statesman? Or Pay for the right to soil your water Or Blacken someone else’s? How else can you explain the water’s And this century’s Taste of curdled milk That sits in some hoarder’s fridge Waiting for the next great war. Why do you offer your babes the fire? Everything that blooms In the forest where we once played Is consumed Immediately Now a days. On America Which is the land of the disposable hero And disposable victim Where do you think your babes will land? The hoarder? The fool with a loser’s dream? The second storey man Or the industrialist who wallows in his moneyed slop Or grows fat feeding on the blue collar? Maybe the hero Who will be torn apart for touching the wrong ass? Only to fade into the gutter? And did you think you could Swim in this ocean of equations? This is elemental my dear. The only end is the shore of a negative. The only outcome when you try to defy these waters Is a riptide that will pull you under? What role do you really think you have? 2 Finally Under the sour winds That blow in the coming shadow Of the kakocracy Nothing grows But the desert That brings dry dreams of your children. But at least their sheets are clean.