One says it's morning again again,
another says it's midnight;
the sky says it's early evening,
a sweltry one at that,
with the world turned upside down with divide and rule,
fueled by gas,
fear, and greed,
the army of would-be laborers beaten into opium-eating submission.

But in the distance,
if we turn right side up and look real hard,

in the distance flies a savior,
perhaps one of us,
headed for a landing,
right on time;
or maybe it's just a Delta jet,
a moment's dream stolen from some lost future generation.

NOTE: When I woke up this morning, after I wrote and posted this last night, I realized some might infer from the "savior" reference a religiously millenarian intent or belief on my part! Not my intent or belief! Hopefully it would be clear that I mean to suggest that we have to be our own collective savior!