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It smells like it's still the fifties With the Dulles brothers' Latin conspiracies. It has the feel of the Cold War years, When the art of diplomacy was reduced to a sneer, About Third World problems we just didn't care, To achieve peace it was only necessary to scare With a show of tanks and missiles that were nuclear. This world has halitosis, Leftover from an era before us. I think it's the smell of progress. Now it has left us hung With an odor worse than dung. We can manipulate high speed vehicles with motors And chitchat around the world on personal computers. We memorize and follow all the traffic regulations, And when we see a Rembrandt we give a sigh of exclamation. We do our own double digit financial bookkeeping, But we are really a lot of hot air leaking, Our knowledge of human nature isn't in keeping. I think this world has indigestion, It keeps burping up reincarnations. We used to have demagogues against the Jews, Now we have demagogues against homosexuals. We've endured Nazi genocide, Ethnic cleansing, and apartheid. The KKK has revived its politics of spite. This world has halitosis, Leftover from an era before us. I think it's the smell of progress. Now it has left us hung With an odor worse than dung. Man's internal stagnation is odoriferous, His hopes and fears are ridiculous. An understanding of his soul, Or his place in the whole, He just doesn't know. His brain he satiates, his heart he denies, While his spirit slowly dies. back to Spirit and Poverty spiritandpoverty.com |