Opprobrium

An orange balloon floats over the moon, and is held by an old, white string. The schoolyards gaze at an old white rage, while the rest of us hope it will burst. The bigger it gets, the more I fill with regrets and with fear

I am paralyzed

Oh, why do we laugh at this ignorant crass that reminds me so much of 1939?

The whole world dangles
From an old white string
I look on eclipsed as
I can’t change a goddamn thing
Opprobrium

The monuments stand on the hallowed lands where the soil is forever unchanged. Now sow as we might, forever maniac, what grows here will also always be the same

The whole world dangles
From an old white string
I look on eclipsed as
I can’t change a goddamn thing
Opprobrium