what was left

First they took away the all money
poured it into the government trough
and they fed the war in Afganistan
but still that wasn’t enough

so they crucified the artists
and they stood around and laughed
and they fed their blood to the Taliban
to fatten up the golden calf

Let them work for a living
they yelled as they played itunes
and the sand crept into the alphabet
and they howled at the rising moon

Next they canceled the arts in all the schools
and art disappeared from the malls
no theatre, sculpture, films, no books
and nothing on the boardroom walls

They imported a bit from China
like they brought in everything else
and the only dance was done without pants
in bars on the edge of Hell

Let them work for a living
they yelled as they played itunes
and the sand crept into the alphabet
as they howled at the rising moon

The rehearsal halls were empty
the theatres silent too
no dancers sweated all day for a chance
to sweat all evening too

The blues musicians were sent to camps
and so were the writers and their pencils
soon the only words were spoken by birds
or sprayed on walls through stencils

Let them work for a living
they yelled as they played itunes
and the sand crept into the alphabet
and they howled at the rising moon

Then the kids rebelled ’cause the schools were Hell
without some art and music
but some expert said they should eat brown bread
and adamantly refused it

and day by day the world grew gray
and the streets grew still too soon
and the sand crept into the alphabet
as they howled at the rising moon

So now we work for a living
and we’re grimmer and deader and soon
all that sand will swallow the alphabet
as we howl at the rising moon

and the sand will swallow the alphabet
as we howl at the rising moon

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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