Incestuous flies
Leading to our demise
Diseased creatures
Brains rotting…
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Hoards pleading to their preacher
To be their teacher – the one to guide
But no one hears, so fall prey to your fears
As Doomsday draws nearer
When all creatures – beasts and man
Fall before old Earth’s command
For we are mere pawns placed in her hands
Set free for a while and in turn we defile
The very gift of life itself;
Respect for nature’s bountiful wealth.
Instead turn it gray, make mess where it hurts
Burn up the sands, dig up the dirt
Put rivers where we want
For them only to flood and kill
Destroy the life giving water
The only allowance for this moment of thrill
Lest we forget?
Where do we begin?
The progression of movement
Must grant us a win.
Mass production, mass produced
Carbon filled and cancer induced
Diseases prevail, humanity and humility deprave
Tampering our climate, tempting Mother Nature to kill
Mass murderous monsoons and man’s oil spills
Bloodying the water for miles around
Great Gulf and sea shore gone, only crude oil to be found.
Millions killed, now millions starve
While rich men laugh sitting high on the barge
Television telling and teaching us young
“Forget about
that toy, now
this one’s more fun!”
“Buy
this and you must get
that”
All the while five year old children are obesely FAT!
Who is this Rat feeding us this poison?
It’s sinking into us to perpetuate this notion
But forget that noise! Forget that pill!
What we need is none of that frivolous frill
My God! What have we become?
First humping like rampant buns
Then “off with their heads” with the automatic guns
What celebration?
We’re all just in a state of anticipation
For our next big thrill
Our next paycheck to then pay our bills
For those things we want, “need” and “must have”
Cluttering up our lives with copious amounts
Of gadgets, gismos and do-dads
Where, for the sake of our spirits, our species and our health,
Has gone the knowledge and wisdom of money being no part of wealth?
My soul is in shambles because of the chaotic parade
And I quite wish to break-free from this demon’s brigade.
Landfills are filling up as each day goes by
Truck loads to the east, west, north and southern skies
Every day the same as before, alarm will sound
And off to work we zombies abound
And what do we accomplish as each day passes?
What do we gain from this hap-hazardous notion of life?
This world of unapologetic strife?
The world stabbing us in the back with a cerated knife.
When we pushed through the womb and entered this world
Did we go in thinking it would be as good as this glass bowl
Filled with rotten cherries and maggots making holes
In over-exposed fruit, decaying the drupe?
Did we know it would be an experience of hate and crime?
Of love loss and loneliness combined?
One minute of love exploding through our pores
Next a sorrowful heart begging “no more!"
Broken down people walking the streets
Facing the day with a constant sense of defeat
Looming over their heads even when they smile
For they know its just time before it all turns vile
Pleading to end this charade we had no choice of believing in
As children the realities of the harshness hadn’t set in
Or maybe it had for those unfortunate ones
That were handed the truth from very day one
I hear stories and fables and ancient folk lore
Of the once broken-down spirits amongst the poorest of poor
Not growing richer by the cash that they store,
But rather by the goodness they create and inpour
