The agents arrive at the corner of the building
Intelligence has led them to believe that I am not to be trusted
Across the world they’re waging war
And telling us nothing
The agents approach the revolving doors
I watch from the other side of the road
Across the world they rape and pillage contemptuous aloof
And tell us it is nothing
And the planes are in the air
Their image sometimes spectacular sometimes invisible
Depending on the agenda
The agents are on the stairs
Across the street the charges wait
Across the world they’re bringing down buildings
One more is nothing
The agents are in an empty room
The myth of trust has been slowly torn
Ripped from the world ear to ear
The codeword for Today is Nothing
September 2011
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