"Cemented State of Mind"

(photo by: Tatsuya Sato)

come sit by me
along the brook and listen to it drain
embankments made by man,
then we will see
arresting harbingers—commercial strain—
before we pray again.
that we might know
the horror of democracy and trade
as seen by indie youth;
we'll stay, although
i feel a revolution, long delayed
that needs to mend the truth.
for in the in
of money, wastefulness, and fuel
corruption fights
to hide the sin
of highways built to please the freedom-fool,
confounded by his rights.
now turn your thoughts
to Mungish Companies and you will find
empires—asinine;
we're casting lots
to Jump into cemented state of mind—
suburbal by design.
now think of this;
that our allegiance pledges to the flag—
red, white, and blue unfurled,—
so blow a kiss
to virgin forests, wildernesses, knags;
and cultivate the world.