In the name of the Bee— And of the Butterfly— And of the Breeze—Amen! –Emily Dickinson
Big ugly buildings don’t do much for me Walking in the woods is my favorite show The bee and the butterfly and the breeze
Dogs and leopards and bobolinks agree Give me a mountaintop slathered in snow Big ugly buildings don’t do much for me
No more bosses and timeclocks to appease No one monitors when I come and go The bee and the butterfly and the breeze
Hugging a rainbow – talking to a tree Sipping on the sunshine – living real slow Big ugly buildings don’t do much for me
Overcome by joy – overwhelmed with ease Sing with the flowers – listen to them grow ` The bee and the butterfly and the breeze
Daydream and become everything you see Take a deep breath – your body feels the flow Big ugly buildings don’t do much for me I’ll take the bee and the butterfly and the breeze
can we listen? can we talk? can we walk around the block? can we solve our problems with words instead of rocks? can we listen? can we talk? are we able to be free? can we plant a garden without a Poison Tree?
can we listen? can we talk? can we ever be certain it's not a big lie not the man behind the curtain?
can we listen? can we talk? can we walk around the block? can a man have an opinion without losing his job?
can we listen? can we talk? frustration festers below keep it out in the sun and let your flower grow
Before the Truth puts on its pants
The Lie begins its grim advance
Honesty ain’t got a chance
The world is just a Devil’s Dance
I lived a lie called you and me
In a world that cannot be
So many things I could not see
Now I’m blessed with misery
Before the Truth puts on its pants
The Lie begins its grim advance
Honesty ain’t got a chance
The world is just a Devil’s Dance
Don’t believe your lying eyes
Don’t fall for tales from spooky spies
We’re running out of alibis
When murder falls down from the skies
Before the Truth puts on its pants
The Lie begins its grim advance
Honesty ain’t got a chance
The world is just a Devil’s Dance
Nations skid and empires fall
The crazy pity of it all
Don’t bang your head against the wall
When the Devils start to call
Before the Truth puts on its pants
The Lie begins its grim advance
Honesty ain’t got a chance
The world is just a Devil’s Dance
by Richard W. Bray
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