Cracked Up

Imagination isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
Got an image in my mind that I don’t want to see
The sky is bleeding red
Children fighting over bread
Life’s unraveling like thread
A fish just washed up dead

Civilization isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
It somehow tamed the earth but still ignores what I see
One wave swallowing sand
simply engulfed the land
drowning all that could stand
killed three hundred-thousand

Our evolution isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
It somehow formed a species that refuses to see
Weather sends us small clues
Frogs grow limbs they can’t use
Birds develop fresh flues
splashed all across the news

Accumulation isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
May keep you feeling safe, but might block what you can see
A dozen hurricanes
brought homicidal rains;
then it finally drains
leaving lonely remains

Politicizing isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
While each answer ends, questions build worlds for all to see
Stupidity’s suggested
fear is soon injected
hate then resurrected
nations get digested

Democratizing isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
The world is much more complex than many fools can see
We cling to several threads
Dream we’ll be the one who weds
Yet children dragged from beds
witness chopping off of heads

Our legislation isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
Might lock a danger up; cannot help a man to see
Just throw them behind bars.
They’re only starting wars,
and opening old scars.
Can’t be no fault of yours.

More education isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
It may teach people words, but still won't teach them to see
Adrift without an ark
Oil fields in north park
And riots after dark
All waiting for a spark

Recrimination isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
May help some feel better but can't help a man to see
The season’s heating up
water’s stolen for some crop;
while men beg for one drop
of this madness to stop

Our resignation isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
Giving up ourselves will not help someone else to see
A sign that no one heeds
all chanting their own creeds;
we fight about who leads
while the earth softly bleeds.

Copywrite: Copyright Lynn Marie Sager 2007