Poetry! Oh Noetry!

[Originally posted on 4/24/08]

If you're thinking,
you're winning.
Your mind is your only tool
Not much else has value anymore.

From the child on the bike
To the adult in the space program
We're all young, naive, careless
We've only been here for a short bit

We seem to enjoy dividing
We make it our goal to split
We regulate how anything can happen
But when the expected comes
We panic.

A product of our own system
This terrorist
We controlled all aspects of life
His cry for freedom is what?

A headline that will sell,
A headline that will bleed
An explosion, a poem.
What's the difference?

Both are a cry for expression
Both try and prove a point
Yet when your own system creates this
You lash down on it
And you expand.

We're sinking our web into ourselves
We're spreading out our control
We're "saving" the world
We're creating more of them.

If you're thinking
You're winning.
Notice what's happening around you.