Timothy Lawton

7/20/1999

Stupidity, the science of the moron, the pass-time of the idiot
Seldom has mankind achieved such perfection as he has in the realm of ignorance
Were it space travel we would have flown to the very edges of the universe
Were it biology life on this planet would rival the Garden of Eden
Were it philosophy long ago mankind would have learned to live in peace and harmony
But no, it is none of these things we have chosen to master
Nothing to our benefit, nothing to our good fortune
Rather, we have chosen to become experts in the one field where none are needed
Professors of the preposterous doctors of the dumb
Think something and they haven’t had the thought
Name something and they don’t know about it
Quote something and they’ll never have heard it
Say something and they’ll be sure to misunderstand
Yet, it is the degree which we all deny we have
Strange isn’t it
The most monumental achievement of all mankind’s history is our sheer stupidity
And it’s the one thing no one is willing to take the credit for

1/23/2007

The American holocaust now thirty-four years and counting
The slaughtered, the butchered, the casualties are mounting
Our death camps in hospitals and non-descript office buildings
Those factory assembly lines so deadly and chilling
The humanitarian Nazis excuse their atroceties
Supposing their superiority imposing their sins upon society
Forty-five million dead and we’re still counting
Slaughtered, butchered, the casualties mounting
Now made God with life or death decisions
The surgeon a murderer in calculated precision
Kill, kill it is our right
Slay, slay, it’s out of sight
If it is not born it has no life
These wasted treasures beyond all price
The American holocaust burning in the back of our mind
Methodical doctors doing the business of Mengele kind
How the Grim Reaper’s sickle mows in routine operation
Harvesting the dispossessed of a self-centered generation
Choosing who’s part of humanity
Killing in convenient vanity
Claiming the right to say what’s alive
Believing if you’ve never been born you can never die
Forty-five million children denied a name or a tomb
Ripped from the false sanctuary that is the womb
Champions of freedom and the master race
Maintaining irresponsibility by filling mass graves

10/14/1997

If paradise were found

Man would be sure to lose it again and again

If some how, some way

Some magnificent continent still lay in some hidden corner of the earth

Or, if it chose to rise from the bottom of the sea

We would be doomed to repeat history

It’s pristine waters teeming with life would be dredged with nets

Its’ lush woods and cathedral forests would be seen as timber

And its’ primitive people would be thought to be in need of our civilization

Business ventures would be planned and schemes hatched

Hotels and resorts would be designed and investments matched

And it would start all over again

Whether it be on Earth, the Moon, Mars or deep in outer space

The only thing that might be different this time

Is that man could no longer countenance it being done in God’s name

But not out some lesson we have come to understand

But rather by the pride we have in our own minds and greedy hands

No thoughts of a Utopia would exist this time

Just cold hearted calculations counting nickels and dimes

The natives would be considered for loans from the World Bank and IMF

And when they couldn’t pay we’d teach them how to work to pay off their debts

In a few millenium

And maybe by then man may have learned

That paradise is made of straw and easily burned

But, somehow I seem to believe that

Man would be sure to lose it if he found it again and again

From now until the day that this life ends

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3/27/2009

Sometimes I know no ordinary life
It is only a brief reprieve between catastrophe and disaster
A brief respite between terror and war
It’s not that I haven’t lived a charmed life of pleasure and ease
It’s not that I have suffered and struggled
No, it is only that I have taken my liesure to immerse myself in the history of mankind
And with my knowledge has come my understanding
With these stories I have crafted my world
I don’t only peer out to see my own life
But I am always dwarfed by the lives that have come before
By the gravity that was their existence
Triumph and horror, bonded and free
How many men has God made?
How many plans has God’s plan still got to tell?