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Nothing's Sacred
Grovel, bury your head underneath
Sand dunes, breaking your back
Sweating and bleeding
Vultures circling over head
Waiting for you to drop
Put down your excuses,
For once again, you don't have a choice.
The wind is turning up the water at your feet
But with disbelief you stand stationary,
Uncaring, stagnant and drawn up
Tight into yourself.
Imploringly you'll beg,
Questions of self-worth falling off your tongue
In vapid gasps.
Trees sigh, weaving into themselves,
To protect their fruits from
the glorious
The rapers, the ravagers
Destroying an entire forest for just the pulp
Of the heart of a single flower.
And everyone has such a good reason
To go on pillaging
Rendering a mountain into dust
Cutting paths through the rock, and down into the deepest forests
It's been a long time since anything was remote.
Except for maybe the people.
So, break your back,
Pissing into the wind
Well aware that nothing's sacred anymore.
9:40 5/23/02
