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When I Was Thirtysomething 1990s
I saw a colonel in shadows arms dealing
I saw a chain of command red faced and reeling
I saw a disaster, the flight of the damned
I saw the wreckage strewn where it had slammed
I saw a gulf and a deadline pass at dawn
I saw oil wells burning in a desert storm
I saw set free no ordinary man without a grudge
I saw he knew only God can judge
I saw a bloody leather glove, a Ford Bronco chase
I saw a trial of murder, of media, of race
I saw my life half lived and I was bemused
I saw a ticking bomb not yet defused
I saw a false idol perish in a great inferno
I saw the burnt corpses with no place to go
I saw again the crime of the century
I saw the crimes against humanity
I saw a cowardly act, a sign of things to come
I saw a bomber, a child killer, and I felt numb
I saw a good and wise lass - she threw me a lifeline
I saw a loveless fate was no longer mine
I saw rivers and oceans choke and acid in the sky
I saw devastation on the land and habitats die
I saw the new face of a modern nation
I saw its identity sold and robbed by immigration
I saw crippling debt burdened on the poor
I saw hunger and disease and tribal war
I saw a revolution - the biggest yet
I saw the beginnings of a world-wide net
I saw a magic blue pill for a love connection
I saw in my dreams a huge erect-ion
I saw an intern in a blue dress with her flirtations
I saw Bill say he did not have sexual relations
I saw Lorena Bobbitt in a rage I swear
I saw every man’s worst nightmare
I saw old scores settled in old enclaves
I saw the sieges, war crimes and mass graves
I saw young men with visions of martyrdom
I saw loaded vests blown to kingdom come
I saw a lunatic chop down a tree
I saw another claim the whales in the sea
I saw gunboat diplomacy and sabre rattling
I saw ethnic cleansing and civil war battling
I saw the sad end to a game of chess
I saw the death of a princess
I saw genocide while the world looked away
I saw it in Africa but it seems that’s okay
I saw a massacre in a classroom and shook my head
I saw in an old convict jail thirty-five dead
I saw a nation’s favourite son crash into the sea
I saw yet another dead Kennedy
I saw a path that led to nowhere
I saw for too long I wandered there
I saw a new start in a new land begin
I saw I needed a family of my own kin
I saw a parallel universe in my stars so high
I saw that the truth is sometimes a lie
I saw a green machine that purred like a cat
I saw a woman in black and that was that
I saw at midnight a new millennium
I saw at dawn the swing of the pendulum
I saw this decade through the eyes of a gent
I saw I knew what none of it meant
Written: May 2008
Copyright ©
Keith D Trestrail
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