David Byrne Poet Rhyme

This Time

Violence of every kind,
In spirit that is lost,
Flagrant to extol the mind,
And therefore at a cost,

History that’s godless spent,
In crushing dreams below,
Decapitate the mind that’s meant,
To be what we might know,

Power twisted on its side,
Contorted with such greed,
Beastly cravings must confide,
The bowels of human need,

Godless as we carry on,
Bereft a lonesome chime,
Babies born another dawn,
Change they say this time.

©david byrne oct’12

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Poet Destroyer A November 21, 2012 at 10:07 PM DAVID,, Stopping by to greet you and every other soup poet, with a special thank you comment, during this wonderful Thanksgiving season. Hope you do not mind the time I am taking to express my sincere appreciation for any support you have offered during the years, or time you have been here on the soup. I am deeply thankful and extend to you my best wishes for a happy and healthy Poetic Magical Thanksgiving Day. *Always & Forever, the Poet Destroyer; -*