Historical Necessity

Red Monica, I've had enough of the cause for now.
Come on; let's go outside. I know the points. I've
Read them all. I know how much there is to do,
And also know, if you do not, that what we'd win
We'd lose in time. Inequity, you must admit, is
Hardly only suffered here, and should we rise,
And prise the reins of power from these businessmen,
We'd find them taken later on by others, allies.
Such is life. The rebel builds the biggest jails.
The mother's second husband beats her baby
When she isn't home. The lion eats another's
Cubs. The writhing strands of DNA, which
Rule us, will brook no foe, will do whatever
Must be done to keep their pointless process
Going. Only when they sense the need to split,
To join with others, do they show the slightest
Tenderness, and, now, tonight, I feel this need.
Oh, Monica, remove your specs, and take my
Hand. The ground is soft. The revolution
May or may not be ordained, but destiny, in
DNA, compels us. Come outside.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-01-08 at 12:28

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