It Is a Sad Thing
IT’S A SAD THING THAT I COULD CHURN THESE OUT LIKE
BUTTER
Tomorrow laughs at today
In a particularly imprudent way
Tomorrow night laughs at tonight
For it knows with each sunset grows so its might
Tomorrow says to today, “just look around at this curse
And my tomorrow will be even worse”
More bombs to behead, more bullets to bleed
And more unilateral and universal need
More frames of skin stretched as an artist’s canvas over the bones of babies weakened by war
As tomorrow tells today that he may have made insane sorrow
but tomorrow will design even more
© 2011.….free cee!
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