Learnings

And who will remember the day in September, when the terrorists struck and New York went amuck? Will the people forget, with naiveté bet that the world is now safe for the meek and the brave? I remember the places and the hate-laden faces, those who took a last breath and then jumped to their death. But the world will not learn, as its heartfelt concern is replaced like worn dentures with exciting adventures. We are busy destroying (which to me is annoying) , what has served us so well. And we're looking to Hell for the answer to cancer, like a talentless dancer who comes, hat in his hand to deceive and demand. We create new diseases, a scenario that pleases all the powers to be. But not you and not me. We establish committees in the towns and the cities, in an effort to make a most wonderful cake. We, the doc's are enticing to finance the sweet icing for the privileged few I am sorry, not you) . And the way all this works is when arrogant jerks make dependent the masses while they sit on their asses and invent all new tricks while the worker Joe licks all his flesh wounds at once. He's abandoned his guns for the good of the nation. As his own operation is performed in a clinic by a greedy old cynic. So, we point our fingers to the terrorist threat, while the acrid smoke lingers and the newspapers fret. Thus, we see the smoke's traces far away, in the distance. And we turn our black faces toward thoughts of existence. Our little red engines race to save a strange home. Fight the fire with vengeance on the outskirts of Rome.