An hour from now
everything will likely be all
ironed out.
Flattened,
unwrinkled world to come,
we await you
and your generous spirit,
your lack of complication.
We shall sit here
and contemplate the
impending grandeur of
such perfection, brought about
by good intentions and
the sincere and rhythmic
wringing of hands
to songs we’ve heard
a million and one times;
what joy that it finally worked,
what joy
that our boundless optimism
has not been in vain.
An hour from now
we’ll surely be able to sing
so sweetly, so unencumbered
by nagging doubts
that there was something more
than love needed, something more
than goodwill needed
to end war, hate, injustice,
all the rest of those things,
we can barely stand to say
those names, doubtless we’ll
forget about them, forget
the words themselves
an hour from now when
the Sixties finally kick in.
Dark Matter 
August 27th, 2015 at 2:37 am
Not to mention Humvees. Don’t get me started on that.
August 27th, 2015 at 2:35 am
“When the Sixties finally kick in.” Love that!
Love all the ironies; that we wanted to identify with the poor, get rid of all the crazy worn out social rules, stop joining or starting wars…..I love it every time I see torn bleached out jeans for exorbitant prices in stores for the rich………layered clothes with random length in fashion shows mimicking the homeless. Tats on tits…..and covering whole bodies….I mean look at me, I’m the common man….even if I’m a middle-class girl.
I was listening to our church praying for the end to poverty and war.
Silly, pray for an end to greed and examine our own closets and toys.
August 25th, 2015 at 6:26 pm
Great piece Tony x
August 25th, 2015 at 6:27 pm
Thank you!