Publicize Failures

Publicize Failures

Interactions between us and the world, nothing seen, things still happen
Nothing seen, but we all assume that nothing happened, silence is golden
Not telling one or another what went wrong, did not go so good, a bad idea

Under covers of nothing apparently happening, the world is constantly rebuilding
Hot air roasting future hopes, spreading words of unglorious achievements
Building foundations soft as cotton, dead as door nails, water pipes made of lead

When things go wrong, flags raised, concerns appear, but nothing changes
Sirens of abandonment, singing never ending songs, mindless music exercises
Cross purposes hanging on crosses, defiantly incoherent, progress stands still

Tammany Hall Boss Tweed, big circle, every one pointing to the person next to them
That's the way we like it, working, big paychecks, making all the wrong things happen
Caused by orders from above, never our call, never our responsibility, it's nothingness