Addicted to defiance

 There can be no compliance

 With the gifts of all our science

 Leaves us Wounded Giants

Down on our knees 

Trying to please

This desperate sleaze

Not daring to sneeze

Or get off the trapeze

So now we get to purge

This pestilence, this scourge…

It is Time to let emerge

Our Urge

To surge

Back to life

Away from death

He shall not take

Another breath

Away From Us

As we stop the bleeding

And begin the seeding

Of the healing now to come

Let the Gods say

In both our work and in our play

We are finally begun!

—Poem by Tony Smith —

© Tony Smith