Thursday, September 25, 2014

Turn A Gain


Streaming clouds, ad impressions, obsessions
Television waving banners
In the face of ancient hatred
Excavated restated to fire desire
Inspire madness in the muscle

Nothing new said the prophet every reason has a season

To everything
There is a season
To everything
There is a season
And a time.

Your eyes are the stock in trade
You’re made by trends, your friends
Your gut desire, you wire
Bitter children with hate, they wait
To make their killing

Willing madness in the muscle
Bitter fingers on the triggers

To everything
There is a season
To everything
There is a season
And a time

Nothing new said the prophet every reason has a season

Turn again.


Copyright 2014 by Howard Owen