Sitting on the edge of this —
A weathered, stronghold, precipice
And seven billion hearts are racing.
‘Cause time marches forth
Stringing masses in its girth
While History’s retracing,
The patterns of its lacing..
And with eyes to the future
Piercing cosmic binding sutures
We want for nothing more,
Than to be the paramour-
Of the energy that binds us
Finds in us a singing chorus
Of nuanced, – clarity-
Elemental, parity
Bridging former insularities;
Evolve from volatile polarities.
Together, we are one.
But today we are undone…
Through dictates of a system
-We barely can resist ’em
‘Cause they sell to us the extracts
of life in tiny, handy transacts.
Filtered, packaged, commoditized.
Basic functions incentivized
By a semblance of a pulse
Machiavellian wrought impulse
Product “Happiness” premieres,
Like spice or slave of yesteryear
The masses’ acquisition
Without rational cognition
-Or moral inhibition-
We waste away this space
Caught up in a downward race..
To the bottom of the spiral
Trapped ’cause voracity is viral
Monetary blood runs through us
This infection’s gotten to us
Penetrating the stronghold
Society has been cuckold
By the temptress, glutton ways
Injected into wanton veins.
Marginalize the remedy,
The implication of a trinity
It takes two to make three
Life born of chemistry
But beyond that there is more
In the language of our lore
To paint pictures of a war
set in labyrinths of our core
Gears clicking into place
Oiled with a pungent base
We have become mechanical
Cogs in the new tyrannical
Nature of this contract
That we’ve made with worldly contact
Exploiting all the tensions
Politics of apprehension
Drive manipulation
And absolute damnation
Of an ecosystem
Too slow for Human rhythm
Beating to the pace
of this advancing, talking race
That fights to be king
Playing left and right wing.
But the system has been rigged;
The position, a mere gig
So it’s time for revolution
All the masses see pollution
Choking on the fumes
of discrete backrooms
That make decisions by incentive
And to the people, inattentive
But the people see
Beyond distracting bourgeoisie
And a million voices sing:
Together, we will bring
Love to this precipice.
Together, we are more than this.
Together, we are one.
