sweetly say there will be/ no terrible retribution

sweetly say there will be
no terrible retribution 

in a race to ruin every kind of kindness

people bravely command 

the end of any kind of affection

(can we really be held responsible for this?)

the objective and the prize?

there is no objective or prize

(we are beyond logic)

there is oblivion 

there is annihilation 

there is silence 

imprisoned

laying in a grave 

the sun burning down 

ashes to ashes and dust to dust

it is ridiculous
all i want to do is hear you sing
in that language i didn't understand
under the shadowy eves

and teach me about life

but in the sweeping searchlights

of these focused times

with sweat running down our spines

and a sour taste in my mouth

ashes to ashes and dust to dust

we go on like there's 

nothing to explain 

.....

America, 2026
 

i guess it must be fate

i passed you the other day

and i pretended you were not just like me

with hopes ideas and fears 

and much to do in life

later i came back with the police

i wanted them to lock you up or make you nice

but the cops said you were harmless 

and sent you to a country in africa

after that for some reason

i have a hard time sleeping at night

and i don't enjoy my walk past where you stood

day or night rain or shine

i guess it must be fate

.....

America, 2026