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The Illusion of Progress

This is NOT done, but here it is so far. I will re-work this soon. Looking for input.

A text based world
Where things seem optional…
 
Dreams of cloud lined couches,
And lightning fast resolutions,
Where life will grant houses,
For you and your playful illusions,
 
To live on and on and on and on…
But that’s not what you really want… is it?
 
You want peace and a clearer conscience,
The ability to say that what you’re doing isn’t wrong,
You may seek out and engage in conference,
But your words will be overly drawn out and windily long.
 
You must stop,
If you want to go forward,
You must let go,
And realize you’ve been cornered,
Cornered into a progress trap,
And there is no more stepping back,
No more running from attacks,
It’s just us standing here with our backs against the wall… with all that we lack.
 
The lack of wisdom,
The lack of care,
The lack of economic archeologists to tell you why to care,
Because we are in a sinking ship and yet no one’s aware.
 
You’re blank, bored, depressed, and you’re stressed about the bills…
Over fed, over stimulated and breast fed with all those pills…
 
It kills you inside doesn’t it?
The day in and day out…
The way this machine will work…
Whether we’re there or whether you’re not.
 
What do we do with all of this …“This”?
If ever we are to find one happiness…
 
I’ll tell you a few steps we could take forward…
 
We need to teach a different lesson in schools,
About cosmic laws and cause and effect,
We need to teach how not to break rules,
And learn to cherish what little we have left.
 
There are banks that cast debt on third world countries,
They call for deforestation so they can replace debt with soybeans,
Learn your current history,
They call for Blood diamonds in Africa so their ex-leaders debt will be even…
 
For so long we’ve lived lives so dreadful,
Yet this galaxy is filled with a million reasons why we’re special…
 
But still, we kill, and kill, and kill, and kill…
We never share a god damned thing for as long as we can remember,
Like we created the seeds we plant from will,
And we hold debts over other countries forever and ever and ever…
 
Release the debts I say, let them all go, don’t ask why…
Release this world from your economic and privatized lives,
We are over eating and over populating the planet like a forest fire gone awry,
We do it because we can; we eat because we’re alive.
 
We need to slow down this fast paced world this day,
Before it’s too late to take it back,
I know what I sound like to those who would say…
But they simply haven’t looked at enough facts…

(2013)

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