After charging my Motorola cell-phone
for presumably the last time this 2009
I recall why I had to buy that brand
and not the then all-Swedish three-band one
- as a good patriot on this side of the “pond”.

You could not buy it in the country of its orgin
because it was more dollar-lucrative to sell it abroad.

Yeah, the Motorola with its
chimney-resembling antenna,
served us good in the Land of The Free
a little less than ten years ago.

Now I sit in the leather cosy-chair
with my eyes glued to
Dan Brown’s “The Lost Symbol”.

Fascinating that popostrious idea
that the most important
source of man’s spiritual
and physical well-being
was brought to the Hill in D.C.
because “the Europeans” could not
get it to grow and flourish
due to chains of prejudice and lust.

But now it’s plants from southern soils
that keep the minds of masters of the universe
in halls of mirrors telling them that’s all OK
while slowly all lust for frontier-fighting
are going West across the wide, wide Ocean.

The greasy, heavy baton
of the worst-polluter of the world
is handed over to the new
leader of the shrinking Globe
where all acient wisdom
is sold for empty shells
of steel.

But soon the multi-color remake
of the 1900-century illfamed
Opium-War by Brits and Froggies
will end all that.

Where do we stand with no real plants
in our secret garden left to look at?

“All what you say ought to be true
but you ought not to tell all.”

Humanity, the choice is for the individual.
The result is for all around you.

H.