Standing in the shadow of a tower
I wonder if my father’s ghost is up there?
Looking down or watching?
I walk a broken path
The concrete has crumbled, trash has collected
Walking with broken men, their path the same
To nowhere
We continue forward
The palaces above peer down on us
The men in those places unaware of our path
The women unaware of us
And still we walk
To nowhere
Past the tower
Past our ghosts
Chinese Flower
Old men watch the sunset
We dreamed on these streets, we walked through back alleys
The bakery is somber today,
The old men still gather in front
But today something is different
Swap meet memories haunt me here
In that Chinatown
The stink of its trash
The perfume of times long past
The perfume of histories
Of hers
And mine
Paths, which are different now
And have gone their ways
Here’s to Chinese Flower
To those times, and the streets where our paths crossed
The old men watched the sunset that day
In front of this bakery
And we walked the streets together
Destroyer of thought
Snuff out the flame
Kill the seeds before they grow
As they will come for you
Destroyer of thought
Build this machine
This device of unstable
This device of ruin
Poison them, prison their thoughts
Before they grow to come for you
You
Destroyer of thought
He rocks back and forth holding mothers hand
His cries are the thunder his tears the rivers and streams
Child of Chaos
Curious of his world, a world on fire
Curious of life and death, so much to explore
The ground will rumble, our skies will fill with smoke
Ash will sometimes rain down,
He will be wobbling along, holding mothers hand,
Looking out over his world
Child of Chaos
