High Pressure Low - Against Me!

There was a high pressure low developing off the coast of Africa

Uplift in the atmosphere pushed waves

Across the ocean towards Antilles and Bonaire

I paced in Agitation.

I drew the curtains closed

I turned the air conditioner on

I pressed a warm wash cloth to my face

Somewhere out there a hurricane was coming

There’s just no future left for us to dream of

Living in an era of instability

So caught up in the culture of their rivals

Fear breeds in honest men

It’s a high pressure low

7 missiles flying over the sea of japan

Tales of feral children sleeping in wolf dens

And the pious preacher commands

I hold my breath in anticipation

Into the shelter of the jungle noble savages run

Vestal virgins triumph over life long inhibitions

And I wonder, what is real?

What is fiction?

Would anyone forgive Robert McNamara?

In retrospect he had to admit;

There was mistake in going to war without first asking all the questions

Yes, Robert Strange McNamara

There are those who just cannot forget

And I wonder, have I lost my own compassion?