superhumane

see these eyes, blue, hazel, green
deep brown through which the world is seen
see this hair, chestnut red
hay-bale blonde and jet black dreads

and we don’t need genetic engineering
and we don’t need corporate electioneering
and we don’t need wars of macroeconomics
and we don’t need modification through
robotics, biotics, the propaganda of neurotics

switch fashion for compassion
swap fame for being...

see this skin, olive dark
golden bronze and china stark
see this body of youthful rages
delicate hands and weathered ages

and we don’t need genetic engineering
and we don’t need corporate electioneering
and we don’t need wars of macroeconomics
and we don’t need modification through
robotics, biotics, the propaganda of neurotics
unless we need it for ourselves?

when the moon comes up and the sun goes down
the stars a chandelier smashed without sound
switch fashion for compassion
swap fame for being...



when we were young we thought we were superhuman
ballistic, bulletproof, amazing and unassuming...
then my heart went six feet underground
buried beneath this earth that astounds
with a tree seeking the stars for their light
roots through my skin transferring their might
regaining the strength of the dream
to flower from grave thoughts
bursting from polysynthetic seams

as the sun comes up and the moon goes down
over the wheat-fields and battling towns
stars explode, flour aflame in the universe’s mill
switch fashion for compassion
swap fame for being... superhumane

see these eyes, they’re blue, pink, green,
hazel, brown through which the world is seen...

kick fashion for compassion
here come the superhumane

here come the superhumane