85: The Legend of The Most Important Irony:

We've got it all fixed, now.The substitution of battlefield wars
and the scorch'd earth policies,
and the chemical blasts,
and the statistical casualties
and the Most Imperial Struggles --

Substituted with healthy competition
and the roaring life.
The energy pump scores through the millions
of children, of saints,
of churches and cults,
only to give us what we need.
That extravagant rush of healthy hate.

Drown'd with irony, all this is,
as I perceive it from the clouds and curtains of veils.
The world comes together to inevitably segregate.
Fighting for their lives, these gun-less fiends
run for themselves and for the other.
For the nation, one for all.
For society, all for one.

Battalion One versus Battalion Two
with their flags and their supporters,
and the frontline fighters take the stage
above all other nations.
To toss around in surroundings of raw humanity - they cheer.
They cheer, and drown in drink and irony,
and I bid farewell to these revisionist days.

Where history loses to the buried facts and civilizations
(buried ash and bones)

And we play above them and underneath the skies,
those stadium cheers still diminishing in the distance.

84: Avenue

City silhouettes and the downtown shadows
lurk amongst themselves in private delight.

With the highlighting lights
shining accents on sidewalks
in temporary dimming of the after-hours,
while citizens and criminals
are just passers-by - all equal, all strangers,
striding beside themselves,
drawing suspicions,
walking in the night.

We're all suspects, now - follow the sirens
and the red-blue colours painting the streets of the dark.
Here's the news team running as their hearts are alarming
with The Breaking News Story on the edge of the mark.
Their faces are covered with shame and, or, guilt
though the apathy seeps through and leaks through the pages
of tomorrow's morning paper and the 6 o'clock news,
and the Evening Report; healing our blues.