Title: WHEN THE JAZZ AND THE FOOD AND THE MARDI GRAS STOPPED Post by: Tracey on September 15, 2005, 04:37:56 AM WHEN THE JAZZ AND THE FOOD AND THE MARDI GRAS STOPPED
by Ngoma there are more ghosts here than in ole hiroshima as karma comes knocking on the door hand stuck out for reparations over due the war profiteers vote everyone expendable as spirits choose to sacrifice it all in the name of poverty and despair nature out of balance constipated w/global warming til the levee broke then the shit was on as the suited ones w/god complexes control the weather, news and your imagination fascism break dancing in the alley waiting for a chance upon the stage jack asses and elephants stand impotent too dumb to know that they are not in charge the real terrorist play mind control on presidents in photo ops who think they talk to jesus but only pledged to kill sacrificing souls that left the planet to bring attention to the problem as we look into the mirror and see unsightly scars that may no longer be ignored naked for all the world to see the emperor has no clothes as excuses and dead bodies rise to the top like feces in broken toilets the stench contaminates the atmosphere the village idiot from texas promises to fix it sending soldiers programmed to only shoot to kill as human kind starves the repair contract goes to Halliburton like salt poured in the wounds of whip lashed slaves and civilization teeter totters on the edge of chaos nostradamus prophecies come full surface ass out w/ i told u so's stamped on its butt cheeks genocide and ethnic cleansing drips blood on my psyche like the days of wounded knee and the many times before then in this country of the free rwanda on my mind in this time of tragedy king george is AWOL once more playing golf on vacation soldiers obedient to ignorance turn back boats and trucks sent to help the victims and those who looted the world turn help away bloated bodies floating bloated babies starving bloated egos lying no pictures of the dead on the screen or the newsprint and its pages but still this crisis rages as it asks are you listening reading the handwriting on the wall that says that we must work together let's hope it's not too late to save us al http://ngomazworld.com/When3.html |