"And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city." – Isaiah 1:8
Conditioned there to stare
Conditioned to the light
Conditioned not to care
Conditioned not to fight
Conditioned where to hide
Conditioned to take flight
Conditioned to play dead
Conditioned in their site
Conditioned so it seams
Conditioned in your mind
Conditioned to extremes
Conditioned till you’re blind
Conditioned by folklore
Conditioned into ease
Conditioned into war
Conditioned rest in peace
Happy disaster,
Your honey, her laughter,
You’re smoked smithereens.
Your DNA’s plastered
All over the rafters,
Please forward your genes.
Twilight each actor,
With tales they enrapture,
The language of dreams.
Conditioned there to stare
Conditioned to the light
Conditioned not to care
Conditioned not to fight
Conditioned where to hide
Conditioned to take flight
Conditioned to play dead
Conditioned in their site
Conditioned so it seams
Conditioned in your mind
Conditioned to extremes
Conditioned till you’re blind
Conditioned by folklore
Conditioned into ease
Conditioned into war
Conditioned rest in peace
Active shooter, just a drill.
No enemy, or so they say.
Customized our sleeping pill,
Day by day we yield our way.
Tactical the building filled,
Guns unloaded, just a play,
Fear, anxiety instilled,
Not a shot, remake my day.
Cucumber Lodge 