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

52. Untitled

In the , in the, inthe.

Since evil times breed

and the world gestates a terror by rote
War's still end on a hell of a note.

Who hates and I will show one who abides.
Who talks of peace and I will show a man who hides

from the fact that peace breeds war and war breeds peace.
The attempt to end by breeding half of each

is a parent of a child who is a child of a parent.
and loves to hate.  I cannot kill by cutting your throat

but an M-1 at 100 yards is a clean way to kill and die.

Love me , kill my brother-and you are the dog who
strains at the leash and once free turns madly round to bite
its tail.

You are a plot to end my life before I do. But
realize not. And I peace loving-am part of a plot to kill you.

Beware, the day is short and my cry is high and wild
out of a blind throat.

I am peace loving-and peace loving destroy.
What a clever piece of machinery is a tank.
And a car can kill also.

But lightning bolts remove their lump of flesh and so do floods
and hurricanes.

Man is a natural plague visited upon himself. Torturing himself
for natural things which are not accidents.

Men do not hate specifically. Men do not plot. No small
band responsible for cutting the leash.

Peace breeds war and the two headed monster devours itself
with its own fury-and when spent it breeds its peace-no happier-
no sadder-than its war.

	So you live, and I, and war crashes around us. If we go away
to fight we may return and resume or not return. So you live, and I.