Face the fax machine

A worker from the past

Labeled into confusion

Now unused

Abusing

The old teller of tales

Gone away

And a deep water whale

Retreats into the ocean

Face the fax

And the fact is

We have moved on

Double check the story

The source

The files

Check the validity of the words

Used

And left out

Cross check the point

And the figures

Reference the names

And issues

The desires of the few

Reflect not of the masses

Rather of a few

Confused

Amused

Few

How can I be heard

Should I be heard

Are questions we must ask

Each other

Before we attempt to speak

What can we do in this world

How can we both speak

And listen

So to be heard and to hear

Who drew the lines

In the dirt and in the sand

Who drew the lines

And divided up the land

Who wrote the words

That turned us in

We followed so blindly

Waiting with a grin

Nothing comes from nothing

Hans draw the letters to create the words

To create the lines

Let’s examine the lines

For we can see the truth

if we just give it time

When it turns

Upside down

Other sides

Of a forgotten town

We know the future

The uncertain past

Welcome home

We loved through

The past