Out of Sync

Out of sync, we feel the pain she feels.
Far away, the battles seem surreal.
Thunder booms, the war begins.
We wonder how we'll reach the end
the elders once foresaw - and how
the logic of their law will ever be enough.

The earth in all her majesty protests
the infamy of those who claim the best
as more than any other might possess.
Live coverage as bits and pieces
of their lives disperse in waves of air
that never shared a moment of her love.

Technical insanity - precise in all
the harm that it will do. It doesn't
seem to matter what we do.
The people that claim power,
more inflated by the hour,
act as if in trances cast
by someone far away.

Could it be God within that distance
of a heaven that we never got to share?
Or is it devilish, that theme of war
they dare to bring into our lives again?
How free can people be when forced
into the brand of our democracy?

Out of sync, we feel the pain she feels.
Far away, the battles seem surreal.
Thunder booms, the war begins.
We wonder how we'll reach the end
the elders once foresaw - and how
the logic of their law will ever be enough.

The heartbeat of the earth just skipped a beat.
Cruelty is once again repeating in the minds of men.
When, oh when, will love retain the mean...?

? Michaelette ?

3/20/2003
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