she once met a man
who transformed his state
by material means
like a vehicle in wait
oh military,
industrial complex
she again met the man
now he’s transformed his look
not by inner reflection
or that of the book
that predicts his own
tragic destruction
for one can’t protect
a security idol
and one can’t reject
the knowledge one seeks
wisdom is each child
looking out of a window
not the theory
that men can save millions
the question is not
is he good
is he bad
and the question is not
is she happy
or sad
the question has always been
whom do you trust?
and who would steal I
for material us?