The Square Root of Beirut

The Square Root of Beirut
 The Square Root of Beiruit
 
Ten men bending while theyre pretending to be near the ending
A capitalist nightmare glares like rotten fruit
The squate root of Beiruit
No it isn’t fair, so they’ll start to loot
 
The soldiers are just standing,
Old than the god damn moon landing
The Universe is constantly expanding
Modern society is too ing demanding
 
Im handing you a guide to move
Disbanding you while you hide the groove
There’s a plan to prove
Lucifers hooves
 
I’m in the mood to break down barriers
My DNA is not a carrier
Of defective bio-alteration
Segregation of the sovereign nation
Heavenly elevations of thought, perspective and contemplation
All universally and individually facing
Its two seconds to midnight and the greyhounds are racing
 
Interfacing gambling while the old timers are rambling
I’ll be hand ling things like a thoroughbread
As I navigate my way through this
State of constant dread
 
I keep thinking that maybe its all in my head
But once its done, its better that its all been said
While they’re lining up the bodies and cremating the dead
Im overcome with melancholy and going straight back to bed
 
Fighting the complacency that oivercomes me
Such incendiary allegories
Quoting fables, telling stories,
Stuck in the stables, lines of worry
 
All because you never learned to say that youre sorry
 
Driving all night through a demanding asserting
Thriving to fight and commanding anything but desertion
The singularity is landing with or without coercion
The calamity is the catastrophe
The reason why this race is hurting
Like a psychotic symphony, draw down the curtain
 
Cos I been down on bended knee
Talking to the man from Gallillee
 
Just be certain that you can handle the weight of the burden,
While they’re constantly cursing the day you stood up to say
What so many of us pray for
The abolition of war
 
A premonition that’s more than just an indecision
that youre not sure about
Don’t go without shouting your point of view
Creating, collating, inventing something new
?Cos Im through with all of you who just stand back
And take in the distorted view
Who have enacted the opposite of whats true
While the rest of us combat and hack out the facts
 
Of all that’s new
Retract the exact point of view
Dedicated to the process of expressing the truth
Benefactors of grace
I’ll be piclking up the pace
Sending children to outerspace
Remember when I lost the happiness in my face
 
This disgrace is a basic embrace that’s electric
The bass is eccentric and the rhythm is inventive
I havnt got an incentive
Only an internal directive
 
Like the word police, Im a sound detective
Slightly defective, Im always reflective
Got the decency to hold an objective perspective
While it’s the common collective that’s corrective and
Should be more introspective
 
My elective is like a festive digestive
The best bit is written in Sandskrit
So if you cant stand, then just sit
Because the next bit
 
Will hit you like a curfew that hasn’t been sanctioned
 
Wall streets collapsing and the banks think they’ve won
Im not in this for just for fun
There are those who are in it for the love of their loved ones
and then those who are only in it for themselves or number one
The pronunciation is on the tip of my tongue
 
A mongrel object direct from the vet
I can always feel but I’d prefer to forget
Rather not be living in constant regret
The rhythm of these verses come out for a prophet
 
I’m not content to lament or to vent my discontent
Give me a bag of cement and ill put a dent in the carbon emissions
Let me circumvent the bent political dissent and I’ll Reinvent the police commission
Write an original rendition
 
Fill the void and close the gaps that have been missing
While the hyenas are hissing about
Whether or not their opinions count
Get out of the kirchen or at least stop your in
 
It’s the linchpin of a broken society
It’s the flinching face of the expectation of propriety
Redeem me for free, I once was lost but now I see
 
It’s the barking of the trees
It’s the certainty in the degrees of the mercury
It’s the sound of all beauty staring back at me.

The End

Copywrite Elizabeth Moroz