We left the seventies,
turned right at the first corner,
set cruise on high speed,
and flew through the eighties
at a pace far too fast
to see destinations,
or what would be found on arrival.
As the nineties expanded
in range of our sight,
it was clear that our gas
would run out very soon.
All we could think
was to convince a pet thug
that we would pretend to be blind,
with hopes he would start a fight
in that energetic desert land.
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A joyous expression lit up his face,
he leaped with both feet
in a trap we so carefully set,
and gave us our chance to be heroes.
Heroes have always been laden with spoils,
favored with scents, and anointed with oils
for enrichment of fantasy virtues.
We took our rewards and went home
with pride in a well done job.
Now, it seems heroic work
was never what we thought it was,
those lies that we told have come back
to haunt the people's house again.
Our world did not become a better place.
Copyright © Kevin Carr 2002
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