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Shoes should be tossed all in a corner may we dance and not trounce each others toes? It's a promise this new time it's a threat to what we knew Kindness and compassion must be the tune to which we dance greed and hate must be bounced at the door New steps must be learned to fit to these rhythms to make room on the floor for all to spin together A music yet to be catalogued or categorized analyzed elaborated or annotated to say nothing of understood or appreciated except by those who listen, make and awaken it A dance yet to be choreoed or copied no tape marks on the wooden floor but they move in harmonious patterns apparently influenced by the interplay of celestial spheres A poem yet to be enscribed or repeated neither published nor praised by pundits at best written in tea leaves and sawdust mostly only in chemical imprints in brains A sculpting yet to be gallery displayed or assigned to a style or sphere of influence but seen by those seeking answers expression of ideas newly arisen from ashes ---------------------------------------------- Century of change each decade trumpets anew never again never again yet humans haven't changed only their trappings in a crescendo never ceasing 'til life's glass shatters with the sound the resonance of billions of souls in pain shrieking why why with all that is possible can't people find a way ------------------------------------------------ Our kids think of us (some of us) as people who lived before there were computers the internet- cable TV - video games before the space program, Viet Nam the end of the Soviet Empire gay pride - womens' lib - civil rights who saw such changes they find it hard to believe Like for me to think my grandparents lived before the first cars, the first airplanes skyscrapers record players womens' suffrage - flu vaccines the War to End All Wars Like my parents saw the first radios, TVs and interstates the Depression the Second World War Nuclear Confrontation What will our children and grandchildren witness? -------------------------------------------------- Memories are what this millenium will be made of, and history- those things we wish to recall, and those events we can't forget in hopes of preventing a replay A thousand years! a lot to think on a hundred years, easier to define a decade of change- its not yet clear just what they mean to our future What will people think of, how will they portray the thousand years that we drew closed? Is it a meaningful gathering of time passage that can be summed up somehow? ------------------------------------ oh give me a time When we won't have to climb o'er the backs of our fellows to breathe and having enough to eat won't seem to be only a dream and wars won't be fought over food --------------------------------------- Howling emerge the responders Poor folk taking back the lines Through which rich connect And Luddites give it all away Humanity split down the middle Haves and havenots Typers and talkers The frozen and the raw Who is to say who is better Flailers of flesh with electrons Or those ignoring the promise Of mankind united in the machine Individual freedom with hunger or Security and prosperity controlled Choices humans make day by day Destiny not just a roll of the dice
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