As We Jostle For The Next Joy-Ride
How shall we seek our happiness now
At this closing of the dark hour
When life brings on a dark so foul
no flag waves atop castle's tower.
Only stench of the corruption below
holds our senses in disbelief
Multi-colored balloons all for show
all blindness, we feel no grief.
Fields stretched in desolation galore
barren yet seen with foolish pride
Seas raging with sad, polluted shores
as we jostle for the next joy-ride!
Shall we gather to sing our demise
Or seek counsel from the very wise?
R.J. Lindley
Spring, 1990
NEW NOTE--I have absolutely no memory of what inspired this poem.
Could have been a whiskey night and bad troubles long since forgotten.
I am now quite sure if that is the case , I do not want to regain that memory.-Tyr
18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.
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