GENERATIONS Copyright (C) 1997 by Not Nice Music
II. A COLLECTION OF OBSCURITY by Edwin M. Drogin

4. For Peace

We live split seconds at best
And yet, we seem intent to wrest
The merest instant from each other.
War is an idiot's game, aiming to destroy a fragile jest.

A death struggle between ephemeral grains of sand...
Heroics in a microscopic land.
Life is not the hand of an exquisite god,
Strumming on a harp,
But, the briefest breath of wind that sharp
As razor's edge, cuts deep but once.

Go ahead...kill!
Then, at last all will be still.

The arrogance of kings who
Die as soon as peasants do
Will no longer move the skies to silent laughter.
Ridicule goes on far after
Petty little life and even pettier death.

Try to destroy the timeless things
You stupid bits of pulsing stuff
That throb five times
When even ten is not enough.

What glorious deed it is to kill
What will not even live until
It knows it's living.

But, go ahead...destroy!
Who will care?
The stars?
They are content to stare...
But, not at us.
We are too small to see.