The nineteen seventies go beyond my
Remembering, even as I watch documentary
Film showing what hijinks, not casual, the
Countries (erm, people) got into
Blaming the times and the international
Expansion of terrible systems (people)
And the definition of terrible could
Be expanded and contracted to
Fit the purposes of anything
To meet the needs of any
One person, and that's the point
Of power, isn't it?
Bricks looking at me
Can see into my eyes
Because it's the same
Sun from then
Decades hence;
Aren't I fortunate
To sit and be watched
By the pattern
That's still holding up
The walls, all the
Years after they went up?
Roman Ryan 