To stand apart upon a prow
To wish for death, to want it now
To do what no one healthy would
To want what’s mad as if one should…
The Neocons from far and near
Have toxified the biosphere
No need to bawl or make a fuss
If you recall it’s only US
To smack and crack and crystal meth
Add geoengineering death
Particulates in dusted skies,
Weather warfare to compromise
The air in every breath we take
It’s way past time to hit the brake!
…To yearn for everlasting sleep
Beyond death’s door in heaven’s keep
To wish for death as clearly good
As such is madness understood
