“Smashing Things” [Reflection on Jonathan Taplin’s Book_Move Fast And Break Things]

They’re smashing things, the gullible are sucked right in these days;
It’s “All for me” so what I do is “anything that pays”;
The flag they fly is “liberty” with twist in statue’s genes,
Like Hitler and the Reichstag, “Stated word ain’t what he means”.

They’re proud of how they’ve smashed all things in culture that’s their source;
They’re strutting through the cornfields twisting genes with no remorse;
Their avant guard in academe were sixties pothead scene,
Who twist the fragile minds they teach – say “Words ain’t what they mean”.

So folks throw out their printed books just like on Hitler’s pyres;
“It’s free for all,” the pundits say, “more than your heart desires!”
Yeah, “Free-for-all” indeed it is until they pull the plug,
And leave you in the darkness, subject to the rule of thugs.

“Let’s utilize the elders in our brave new world of hope,
And squander their possessions like an idiotic dope;
Who cares about tomorrow, we got bigger guns than them”,
As they build up their make-believe, we’re drowning in our phlegm.

For we’ve wrecked up our living space, we’re now awash in sludge;
We think we’re smart, and flexible, but in some things won’t budge;
Like China in the sixties smashing culture, it’s our turn,
And in the end we’re less for it, and for the past we’ll yearn.

Is it too late to change our ways, with step back from this brink?
Is it too late to stop all this, to look around and think?
Perhaps – but where’s the wake-up-call to stop this in its tracks?
We’re all doped up to kill the pain of chasing what we lack.

Lord Jesus give me paper books, and photos printed out;
Some films still made of plastic, vital records spun about;
Some food which is not tainted, modified, or grown elsewhere;
Help me to settle down with cleaned up water, soil, and air.

I do not ask for much, just give a life infused with heaven;
A world that we have squandered, fixed with salt, and light, and leaven;
Forgive our foolish ways, please give us each a second chance;
“I did, which you rejected; in your dustbin take a glance.

“For there you’ll find your answers, with your Bibles and Koran;
And with your tomes of wisdom, hard-fought battles thought by man;
Their smashing has been going on at satan’s beck and call;
And all those dashing hope are worst offenders of them all.

“Perhaps such time as this is what I’ve had in mind for you;
There’s plenty in your living past who’ve done what you must do –
Preserve what is of value, ride the storm out to the end,
So when the wind and waves subside, you can your world amend.”

Thanks Lord for this.

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