TQR Confidential

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

J'aime les Enfants

Bless the bestas and the chiron

As they laissez faire twixt the banks of Styx

Fallen for the lines reverberating in this electronic echo chamber

We blot the daze with ink corresponding to zeros and ones

Until the electro magnetic pulse rocks our world back to the stones

Forever revolutions rise on the middlemen who fall before success

Self possessed in the knowledge their failure could change history

Ferried across by the children who will triumph in their stead

Pleading for them to treat kindly the lapping voices in their head