BEATS OF LOVE
95. Something in the Air by Me
The grazing sheep, the divisive red-stone brick
Of a mill-town anger—or is it just innovation stifling the air?
Why commonwealth cousins sailed across a body-filled ocean
Owing to the starkest decisions, and ripping, and killing—
Of a mill-town anger—or is it just innovation stifling the air?
Why commonwealth cousins sailed across a body-filled ocean
Owing to the starkest decisions, and ripping, and killing—
Yet as they landed, the mad sixties swung,
With such wild force, curlers flew like chaff.
And our flush cotton kingdom plunged and died.
With such wild force, curlers flew like chaff.
And our flush cotton kingdom plunged and died.
Stand bound in quiet, micro-veiled assault,
Before they vanish in the millennial smog.
All eyes turn to the scapegoats of the screen,
Whom they once baited on the public air,
Now answering back with that same carmine rage—
Like the inflamed suffragette hardening her stance,
To shield the bedrock of a basic right.
Whom they once baited on the public air,
Now answering back with that same carmine rage—
Like the inflamed suffragette hardening her stance,
To shield the bedrock of a basic right.
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