So let us beat a path to the new Garden of Eden by Jonathan Beale

So let us beat a path to the new Garden of Eden

Let us warmly blanket our enemy’s enemy,

And where’s the friend?  Where are they to be found?

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So your grandmother will sacrifice her care

Or be charged even more by those she’d worked to feed;

Who, now play another poor opening gambit.

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Those who are blessed with schizophrenia, or any

Of those unrestrained un-necessities of Pandora’s

Blackest box. Stuck down while more destruction is made.

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How long can we wait before we strike blindly out?

Debate has sparked some of the unholiest of fires

Into the forest’s fires to burn and turn the day black

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The worlds selective venom just breeds venom – remember

Baga Nigeria? Do you?  Heraclitus would seal and heal

The wounds and wash away from the memory.

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So now, the media speculate and the Politian’s

weave and spin and wheel and deal and grin

and spin and only historia will teach us the truth

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if indeed there is any. The newly cut cloth in Eton

and Brasenose dogtooth to tear and tear –

as searching questions get blown away and lost

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in the wind.  And so, even in the Garden of Eden there

was a serpent, and still to be found today as the newly

broken country.  So let us beat a path to the new Garden of Eden