Most bodacious, Big@l, most fitting.

Xavier Rudd ~ The 12Th Of September

It's come to our attention Life now is bound to change While we the peaceful majority We sit back and anticipate

These are our days now These are not the same now These are not the same These human beings are dangerous Their greed is contagious Now the world it waits

These people they attacked our freedom Their weapons technology and hate Lives were stolen without warning Brothers and sisters now erased

- Chorus - These are our days now These are not the same now These are not the same These human beings are dangerous Their greed is contagious Now the world it waits

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~~may i please (? i ask while posting unanswered in purest 21st century Western fashion)add one for 'the day before yesterday', as the powers that be have proffered us more than enough for 'yesterday itself'~~

Sept. 10

I read from books of mankind’s wonders

(Born of womankind & heat & thundercloud),

And chew the words and spit the fat

Taste the trippin’ adversity with vigor

Born of this hat ..& imagine that

It is a fact that I have flown with birds

Who drove down .. upwards into thin air

& left no trail, ..like Jonathan Livingston,

& took no more than a blink of an eye

..Gone by

I would not presume a coming-of-age

To be absurdly generated today…

But I look at him---& the doubts!

To saunter his own aggregate,

He was diametrically opposed to

“..Chewed the fat and spat.”

He was a shill for a terrible trend

He rose a question in my mind

About the absurdities of man

“Is it really that early, dad?”

Both o’them beamed, anticipating the way ahead

Another day of all-out father & son fun & good eats

I pray for more of these mornings ..instead of

Feeding doubt, but wearied is my natural state

Worn is my brain; worn as the acid rain born fury:

Has “the man” grown…more empowered…

To prey on the meek & the weary?

“So take my hand and let’s enjoy this day,”

My son said to me (Who’s the wise one?),

“Don’t be upset, dad, we got sunshine!”

He was right too, it was a good day

(Like an oracular reverie)

Oil balls at their feet

Such a smell in the air

Not the perfect brine air

..Was there yesterday

So they couldn’t swim

& they couldn’t feel

Because they were

In shock ..or something

&..the crowd lingered on

They cried , beside the

Breaking sea, that

The meek shall

Inherit the

Earth!

Did it mean that the great

Would destroy it first?

Our vision is clear:

With the age ol’ spirit

Of Uncle Prankster riding atop

& all six wheels turning pavement

We furthur, 2-by-2, to the Atlantic Sea

Keeping something … innocent alive

Even if just for some humanity

Even if just for some fun

In American sunshine

You hear a sound that airplanes

Make when they’re far-off & gaining

And you say, “…Listen… (??)”

I can dig what

You’re tryin’ to say

We aughta pay attention

Listen to the screams

..Don’t piss it all away

So we’ll lay together and be saved

Mother Ocean ..loves …& bates

Now...again we’ll wake & walk

All…up and down the shoreline

Between strides we’ll stake a listen

The breakers break .. While the takers take

We try to make fond memories out of moments in time

While others fly around anticipating dogmatic ways to die

..Really, ..Why