I
am On Call as an artist
I feel the call before it hits
I feel that pull on my art so
Strings them ring ring rings
In my head upright or down
Bent I am both heaven and
Hell , earth, too bent, meant
To react not turned off be but
In tune even when I am outta
Makes no difference as words
May become music and theater
And magic and mystery and
Our sanities in truths and yes
So many meaningful profanities!
We have to communicate we have
To express so express quickly to
Others our great worries, discontents
So many of us feel such desperation a
Not being heard , respected or loved
We have so now moved farther away
From ourselves and do many others
People wanting to use as pawns theirs
Are fully away of both our divides
And our disconnects and discontents
Using us for their profits and gains
They have only money and themselves
That they hear and follow, so up must
We rise to tell them to so fuck off!
Their courts of fake crimsons are
Hollow and shallow so let us them
Alert they will soon be off to the
Gallows in no uncertain terms if
They do not cease and desist now
We must get back to our paths and
Nourish once again earth and ourselves!
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