Dylanesque Poem 4 U

The times, they’re a changin’

The books’ll be opened,

& the Stories told

The waves, they’re a wavin’

The currents of time

The bursts o’ sunshine

Smoke is rising though

The present air is stiflin’

The keyboards sound an

Ominous note

As the rich get richer  

& the rest get wetter

Coz the ‘brellas ‘re cracked

And the sidewalks ain’t any fitter

Prophets rise, apostles call Babylon has seen               Writing on the wall                Sun’s a-peepin’ thru the clouds Minds ‘re awakenin’                  We can breathe at last . . .

Copyright 2012 Dimitri Pravdin, Canada

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About sleepless in turtle island

Hi, I´m Dimitri. I have lived in Turtle Island for awhile now, so my cultural understanding is slowly improving. Also, I can see things in this place that boggle my mind. Thus this blog...
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