Fax action

Fax action.
Millionaire mind events screaming out at us.
Fools millennium,
at the following addresses,
wait by the car and disconnect.
Wicked pictures and sleaze,
syphilis and rashes
follow close behind.

Somewhere else a soldier beats a child
during some occupation,
now that child's suicide burned many
with its expression.

The days are brighter.
We sit closer,
spices, herbs sometimes fungi-
we're a little less young than the first time.
We don't wanna die,
we just dont want to live here.

Famine on the other side, drought and disease-
while child labour keeps us living cheap.
Still
over there is America though that is not for now-
while sympathy and sorrow stay here with doubt,
electronic wonders.
Now I wonder how,
now that we've lived with them
could we live without?

That spot in the centre where all would like to be-
This-
the same in all places,
though the name sometimes changes:
control by whoever for some stale agenda,
and for all I've seen, some fools reason why.