::04:07:08::

::: No more fodder for the cannons :::

Broken toys
make broken stories.
All the music has
been written before.
Nothing new will
ever come.

The world is around me.
My head dizzy
in oblivion.
The sky is clear
and blue today.
Just like in September
so many years ago.

Bombs are falling down
on our brother’s heads.
Tuned into the dial
for our daily reports.
Where is this
flock of sheep going.

The onslaught of the future
just on the horizon.
The warriors in pinstripes
march as one.
Smile for me baby
it’s going to be a gorgeous day!

The baby cries
in the other room.
The lights are out.
What are we going to do?

Written by: ~ Chas