Saturday, November 19, 2011

Who will Mourn for America?

[Baut Images: Liberty Forsaken]

Who will mourn for America?
Who will take the time to contemplate
All she's been in the past?
Her freedoms, lands and opportunities,
That made her a diamond amongst lands.

Who will mourn for America?
Who will think to consider
Her Bill of Rights and Constitution?
Written from the needs of a people,
Who refused taxation from a crown.

Who will mourn for America?
Who will remember her greatness
And Lady Liberty with torch held high?
Who welcomed the many, to a land
Of vast plains, great lakes, and opportunity.

Who will mourn for America?
Who can, even now, see the blight,
That has descended upon her lands?
The taint of greed, lust for power and wealth,
Has infected her from heart to hand.

I will mourn for America!
I will spend time at her shrine,
Reflecting on the promise of hope for all peoples!
Burning pine and white sage on her altars,
And casting the ashes, on her oil soaked sands.

Roger Allen Baut

"...Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line, know what any of it is worth...

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view,
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too..."

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Seeds of Insanity

[Baut Images: Shattered Dreams]

They say it all started
when Cain slew Abel,
and the seeds of insanity were sown.

For who of a sane mind
would kill another,
and not even think it was wrong.

Then came the long march
of death and destruction
from Babylon to Egypt, then Rome.

Mighty Rome took it further
through conquest and legions;
by burning and salting the ground.

But empires rise, and empires fall,
as it seems they so often do,
and with avarice friend, build they tombs.

Then look to religions,
saving souls with fools gold;
shadow empires amongst all the rest.

Priestly travelers call
with their banners unfurled,
and a sword hung close at the hip.

Yes, they say it all started
when Cain slew Abel,
now those seeds have all fully grown.

Roger Allen Baut

This is once again in 'triplet' form of image, poem and music video.