The stream still flows, <br />The stream, or windows... <br />Eyes of the blackened refuge <br />Of the damned. <br /> <br />They have no place, <br />Living or dying, <br />They lie! <br /> <br />But did you know, <br />'Time still passes us'? <br />Yes, it flies! <br /> <br />No wood to build my fire, <br />No wood. <br />And the car still rusts, <br />By the rain. <br />Does it feel any pain? <br /> <br />And yet, <br />There is still a flag on the moon, <br />Besides footprints and golf balls. <br />While laughter rocks the world of cement, <br />And tires are sold at the gas station. <br />They must be there, tis decreed by the King. <br /> <br />Herod was a King. <br />Kings die. <br /> <br />I saw a boy running, <br />His dog was in the street. <br />Dog died, boy crying. <br /> <br />Chairs set in corners, <br />Tea sets on tables, <br />I saw a gun in a drawer. <br />Still it sits there, alone. <br /> <br />The maid makes the bed, <br />Students do homework, <br />And Presidents cry. <br />With so much truth, <br />No one needs to lie. <br /> <br />Does the arrow land? <br />Does the wall move? <br />Does the child get scared? <br />Are you sure, <br />Are you sure, <br />Sure, God cares? <br /> <br />End. Stop. Finish. <br />The essence of the universe <br />Has been drained away, <br />Bottled up, <br />And put on a shelf. <br />For no one uses it anymore. <br /> <br />And still, the stream flows.<br /><br />Sandra Osborne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-stream-still-flows/
