The Way They Meet
The clouds are rolling and the rivers are flowing
The birds are singing and the bells are ringing
I have come to this place to unite the human race
But some people have overstepped the boundaries
And have gone past their places and get entwined
in another phase. I have witnessed the sun and the
moon crossing path in the middle of the dark and
the wind mesmerizing and singing a bountiful hymn
One cast plays the tune for the man that is coming
From the moon. You cannot trust the moon walkers
and the sky stalkers who take rocks to the moon
and pour water on ships to prove that there is water
to swim. Why do you want to seize power in an hour?
When I have spent forty years researching rocks and
Water on the moon, you are space copycat and
And a secret conniving rat
There is a solace in the moon that is taking shape
And moving towards the middle of gate,
The big band is playing the New Orleans jazz sound
And the visitors are moving around,
They are walking up down Kitchen Street
And looking for something to eat
They are showing off their cultural clout
And walking around with a nasty frown
I have not seen a parade since I got here
And the dancers and hookers have disappeared
There is nothing to share and the rum is drying up
And the people are running around with much fuss
I can tell that the end is near and the mountains
will soon disappear, victory will be on the run
And we will have the much needed fun
Bad men will get up and run and hand over their
guns, the fussy cussy people will run away
And the music will slowly fade away
The streets will left bare and empty and
Shops will hold on to their misery
The town will shake in the middle of the night
and the wind will blow in full magnitude
And a new energy will flow through the miserable town
I will board the plane and fly away in the middle of the day
I can see the seagulls dancing around on the shores
endorsing the creeps with their long beaks
Busting it up from the ocean floor
The ice is melting and ocean fish is surfacing
Multitudes of then appears from the bottom of the ocean.
Flipping and flopping on the dry land and walking hand in hand
That is the way they meet.
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