Seems now we won’t be keen to fly on planes
The  air attendants, crazy, unrestrained
Babies holler in their mummy’s arms
While authority’s resistant to their charms

Seems like a sort of social suicide
Next, we’ll hear some passenger has died
His seat was needed for a staffer’s hide
It’s getting dangerous for us to fly.

It’s not the trainers  with the bombs inside
It’s how the flight attendants damn you with their eyes
Seems somethings cracked and  we’ve nowhere to hide
Did they say how baby Jesus died?

Joseph  Mary, Jesus  tried to go back home
They had no wish to stop to visit Rome
When she let Jesus suck her breast thereon
They shot them down with bullets made of bone.

It seems the devil’s left his evil cave
He’s having lots of fun  on Jesus’ grave.
Did you think the humans could be saved?
Ahahaha ,see how they rave.

Let’s knock the doctor’s teeth out, break his head.
A mother with her  twins should be in bed
Grab her stroller, make her cry instead
Good grief, they’re much more mad, old Satan said.

They say we let the cat out of the bag
We North Americans will have our jag
Kick the Asians, steal the women’s rag
Let them show their bleeding wombs the flag.

The USA is not what it once was
And is it Ronald Ace and what he says?
I can see him chucking chinkies out of planes
And kicking women where they feel the pain

Overton’s window moved t’et right of page
So us,we think it’s good to be enraged
We’re all in hyperactive modes un-sage
By the way, the devil loves a stage!

We know there is a blind spot in the eye
We cannot see the entire view, the whole
The blank bit in the mirror of the car

In science, there are limits that apply
Chaitin’s  constant may indeed appall
We know there is a blind spot in the eye

The  blind spot may depend on where we are
So its action may lead scientists to brawl
The hole in  the mirrored image in the car

The  naming   of the numbers infinite
Discloses a fine paradox,  enthralls.
We know there is a blind spot in the eye

We long for deep control of what we are
By religion, science or New Age notions foul
Fill hole in  the mirrored image in the car

In between the consonants the vowel
Make explicit that we want  no further holes
Yet there is a blind spot in each human eye
Like  a blank in the mirror in a family car

What we do depends on what we see.
By writing, I can change  my own fixed view
Gain perspective, focus less on me

And to others, make an honest plea
We can look again and see anew
What we do depends on what we see.

How the world is, how it ought to be
In writing, I can make my own review
Gain perspective, focus less on me.

Then replace “ought” by “possibility.”
A little change  beats  weeping, feeling blue
What we do depends on what we see.

If God exists, will she with me agree?
No doubt she’d have a wider, higher view
And share perception with someone like you

Would our world were shared by love, virtue.
A willingness to wish , desire  the true
What we do depends on what we see.
Perspective, focus, possibility

The danger in our culture is fatigue
We ask the rich  for taxes, they refuse
We’re tired of envy, politics and  greed

Does any human know just what we need?
Are we by the elite class confused?
The danger in our culture is fatigue

Exploitation of the poor who bleed——-
The goods produced by slaves we’ve not refused
We say we’re tired of politics and  greed

With Brexit  done, our racism’s now top league
We wonder for how long  this rage’s deceived
The danger in our culture is fatigue

We view too much, so pity  leaves the scene
Our values  are corrupted or confused
We’re tired of envy, politics and  greed

Victims of our  culture’s self-abuse
Satan in his black pit laughs, amused
The danger in our culture is fatigue
We’re tired of envy, politics and  greed