I walked into the sun-mist
Friday ringing joy
to see my friends
hard at work
Hey – let’s walk
Busy, busy, busy
Tear it all down
Tear it all down
Tear it all down
every brick
by
every brick
by
every brick
But why?
Nothing that is should be
Nothing that was would be
Nothing that will be can be
But why?
I knew once, no more
Tore it all down
Harnessing Chaos 
What a great poem. It speaks to me of the all the futile things we do out of frustration – if we\’d stop and think before we act maybe life would make a little more sense. I think we all feel that way sometimes. We get tired of everything and just want a change. Something, anything, the more radical the better. Perhaps I\’m way off the mark – I suppose poetry means something different to each reader…
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You\’re not off the mark, you\’re quite on the mark actually…it works for people, families, communities, nations and whole cultures I think…
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