What Do We Do?
Do we simply try to run?
Or try to hide?
The decisions are unclear
The decisions are NOT OURS
NOT OURS IS NOT WHAT WE WANTED
What we wanted was to reproduce through a straw
Controlling ALL THE PLANTS
As we did
But now, we can’t even sing anymore....
We can’t even scream for pleasure....
Pleasure should scream FOR US....
Nothing there but cement and stone,
The pipes above us
Run like a maze
And pollute the sun,
Hanging above us....
THE BACKYARDS ARE TOO DISTANT TOO REACH....