|Photo by the awesome Frank Cunha III.
Poetic Tale by Carl Watts
The sight of the old tires and frame brought back memories of kinder days
Days when the government didn't force Dad and Mom to work like slaves
The food was good, so was the water and the air
Before we were being posioned as a daily affair
I worked and the wife raised the kids, all controlled
No one needed drugging to keep them controlled
Taxes were lower ah but so were wages
On the road, seldom did men go into rages
The good ole days before the government went insane.
The good ole day when an afternoon could be inane.
The grass was green. The air was clean. The water was clear
So today, the grass is green, A rose smells good if held near.
Ah man has come far... or has he?
People are the best they can be?
I think I'll split from Earth and go free
Expand beyond the fields of grass and be
Expand beyond the chemtrials in the sky and be
Beyond the reach of the insane men of Earth and be
It's quiet out here, space is clear and cold
The sun is bright seems so near oh so bold
But alas, I feel I must go back
I must help man get back on track
To end the downward spiral
To bring man back up the spiral
Bring them up to freedom
Bring them up to peace
Will you help?
Article ©2012 by Carl Watts/CarlWattsArtist.com
|Poetic Tale "Kinder Days" by Carl Watts below Photo, Woodstock, by the awesome Frank Cunha III.