its all right ‘gain as the rain came down
it ran down the drain
the floods and imbalance can stop
we do need to mop up or remain in shock
as things deteriorate and fall
and we come to blame each other for all
we have done all that befell us from pulling
the trigger on your gun shooting your way
out of the rat race anything to attract attention
kind of briefcase and shoes playing power in the boardroom
speaking through a mist of armarni
terror police wore diamonds on their fists
they came to eclipse all that we thought
reason could come to naught
effort distorts the report
we are going to die and there
is nothing politics or health plans
will do except prolong the expectation
Nicholas Alexander's Poetry