Stuffed full of dense clouds, <br />My head is heavy with non-emotion. <br />Such is the present weather; <br />And I cannot keep thoughts of Kafka away. <br />(He tried to burn all his work, <br />But ((good for us)) it was saved.) <br /> <br />Men of the cloth have been deemed <br />Tarantulas. They slowly abrogate <br />Mind and sense. I rather respect dedication, <br />Except for nazi-like ideas, creepy communism or capitalistic cronyism. <br />De-evolution in society and politics <br />Is running rampant beginning <br />With the Industrial Age. <br />There's the rub: to 'improve' living <br />We have to sacrifice the planet. <br />Forever. <br /> <br />Waking up to a new day, <br />The azure morning following <br />A night abuzz with thunderstorms, <br />I tear away the cloth before my eyes, <br />And desire someone to begin telling the truth.<br /><br />Stan Petrovich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tearing-of-the-cloth/
