I follow the news
Stupid programs on TV
Get further away from where I want to be
Further away from me
From who I want me to be
But please, please don’t blame me
I’m a brainwashed woman
Can’t do nothing, nothing without
My baby
Can’t do nothing without
My babies
Brainwashed society
All of us, live like robots in history
Stand by; let shit happen
Like someone in another century
I’m scared to death,
Stop the craziness, go back, life’s a sudden hurricane
Admit there’s no control
Forget this laziness, TV
Resplendent in glory left for none to enjoy
All gone in the bush with a game of trump
Writ in desire of wild fires burning
Everyone hurting
What would it take to bring a world together?
To stop mass slaughters, human + animal
When will we see, realize what’s to be done
All of us blind, a brainwashed society, a scorching society visionless
inside
Dead washed Brainwashed, whitewashed, everything washed
since infancy
Is it possible to escape destiny, fight to survive lose so
many, will it count to bring one back?
Dubblex and I figure when you’re in New Orleans; you should
cross the Mississippi so we decide to take the ferry back and forth. On our way
back, the man driving the ferry came out of his control room and made a beeline
right over.
He wore a very large rimmed oiled hat to keep water from
splashing in his face. He wore an oiled knee length raincoat along with knee
high wading boots. Greeted us like he knew us. “Hey,” he said, “Seeing you guys,
reminds me of Boston, where I grew up and my mom would bundle me up.” Pegged us
right away; we wondered what’d we done to give it away. Duh?
Without further ado, he continued. “I’ll tell you what the
problem is, the world cannot support so many people – because we have decimated
our resources. Thus there’s a limited amount to go around. We can’t support
this burgeoning humanity that keeps growing. The more limited the resources,
the more we fight for them. Everything in our world is a result of what we do,
like prolonging life so much that it costs more to live longer, increasing the
limited access to resources – so that’s why we have wars and inhumane societies.”
He tipped his hat. “Nice meeting you folks.” He turned & walked away with a
small wave. “I have to bring her in. Goodbye now! Enjoy the rest of your trip.”
I recall his words …
So strange, surreal, I sit and wonder about this
conversation. Does he pick someone every trip and tell him this? I consider and
wonder, is this real?
*another true poetry story by Joy Leftow
