The Square Root of Beirut

The Square Root of Beiruit    Ten men bending while theyre pretending to be near the ending A capitalist nightmare glares like rotten fruit The squate root of Beiruit No it isn’t fair, so they’ll start to loot   The soldiers are just standing, Old than the god damn moon landing The Universe is constantly expanding Modern society is too ing demanding   Im handing you a guide to move Disbanding you while you hide the groove There’s a plan to prove Lucifers hooves   I’m in the mood to break down barriers My DNA is not a carrier Of defective bio-alteration Segregation of the sovereign nation Heavenly elevations of thought, perspective and contemplation All universally and individually facing Its two seconds to midnight and the greyhounds are racing   Interfacing gambling while the old timers are rambling I’ll be hand ling things like a thoroughbread As I navigate my way through this State of constant dread   I keep thinking that maybe its all in my head But once its done, its better that its all been said While they’re lining up the bodies and cremating the dead Im overcome with melancholy and going straight back to bed   Fighting the complacency that oivercomes me Such incendiary allegories Quoting fables, telling stories, Stuck in the stables, lines of worry   All because you never learned to say that youre sorry   Driving all night through a demanding asserting Thriving to fight and commanding anything but desertion The singularity is landing with or without coercion The calamity is the catastrophe The reason why this race is hurting Like a psychotic symphony, draw down the curtain   Cos I been down on bended knee Talking to the man from Gallillee   Just be certain that you can handle the weight of the burden, While they’re constantly cursing the day you stood up to say What so many of us pray for The abolition of war   A premonition that’s more than just an indecision that youre not sure about Don’t go without shouting your point of view Creating, collating, inventing something new ?Cos Im through with all of you who just stand back And take in the distorted view Who have enacted the opposite of whats true While the rest of us combat and hack out the facts   Of all that’s new Retract the exact point of view Dedicated to the process of expressing the truth Benefactors of grace I’ll be piclking up the pace Sending children to outerspace Remember when I lost the happiness in my face   This disgrace is a basic embrace that’s electric The bass is eccentric and the rhythm is inventive I havnt got an incentive Only an internal directive   Like the word police, Im a sound detective Slightly defective, Im always reflective Got the decency to hold an objective perspective While it’s the common collective that’s corrective and Should be more introspective   My elective is like a festive digestive The best bit is written in Sandskrit So if you cant stand, then just sit Because the next bit   Will hit you like a curfew that hasn’t been sanctioned   Wall streets collapsing and the banks think they’ve won Im not in this for just for fun There are those who are in it for the love of their loved ones and then those who are only in it for themselves or number one The pronunciation is on the tip of my tongue   A mongrel object direct from the vet I can always feel but I’d prefer to forget Rather not be living in constant regret The rhythm of these verses come out for a prophet   I’m not content to lament or to vent my discontent Give me a bag of cement and ill put a dent in the carbon emissions Let me circumvent the bent political dissent and I’ll Reinvent the police commission Write an original rendition   Fill the void and close the gaps that have been missing While the hyenas are hissing about Whether or not their opinions count Get out of the kirchen or at least stop your in   It’s the linchpin of a broken society It’s the flinching face of the expectation of propriety Redeem me for free, I once was lost but now I see   It’s the barking of the trees It’s the certainty in the degrees of the mercury It’s the sound of all beauty staring back at me. The End Copywrite Elizabeth Moroz