half our economy "financials"

the end of an earlier poem a good beginning

deja vu all over again each day
no new news from mogadishu or bombay
on high definition digital array
america armed to the teeth
dare not let its children out to play

it's august eve and i will ask for help
all over again & in an odd way every day
voice from lake wononskopomonk has its say
calling all horns and drummers to come this way
until everyone comes out to play

"financials" all on paper no real production
profiting on profit a great seduction
derivatives derived from penumbral emanations
conduct most unbecoming to great nations
drowning not waving hey! hey! hey!

refusing taxes

getting more fanatic about peace by the day
because the irrationality of unwinnable wars
becomes ever more glaring as the heat goes up
and the species disappear.
all global military budgets refocussed on problem solving
would help the situation a lot!
AS the MOST over-armed and over-preemptive state
on this particular and very rare planet
we have to lead the way out of this mess & so
let's nominate grandiose childish and very sensitive
instrument players [NOT "musicians"]
to lead the parade out of civilization
and into
the prime
the dromenon
the great transition
the great healing