Isn’t it funny?
What people will do for money
The world still turns
No matter how much we earn
You can preach the scriptures
Or take some erotic pictures
But the only one that wins
Is a banker or a prince
Cause you’ll never matter at all
To those with collateral
And you can spend your time working
But the rich will suck your worth in
Our essence has been thwarted
By corporations who purported
Unrealistic rumours
That…
It’s quintessential to be consumers.
Down the stream
There is a boat
The bow it gleams
A shimmering coat
Sublime supreme
Keeps you afloat.
The boat is hope
Onboard is freedom
You pull the rope
To sail to see some
Sea foamed soap
And smiles to greet them.
When you reach
Your destination
The mind of each
Shipshape creation
Will wisdom teach
True divination.
The Mockingbird calls the shots
While politicking puerile plots
The blood it coagulates and clots
And History memory forgot.
Tears pour down Sorrow’s cheek
Hope cries out bruised and bleak
A universal losing streak
Would you want this Earth if you were meek?
The sense of loss from Zeitgeist’s grief
Innocents incur broke belief
Future frowns at Tomorrow’s thief
While pulling teeth for pure relief.
In a world of fear and anguish
In a time of hate and loss
When you’re weary, worn and languid
When you’re nailed to your cross
Remember those that love you
Remember those that care
Remember those above you
And remember who was there
For this life is never promised
And there is no second go
Do your best to be honest
And cherish every second, slow
‘Cause when it flashes there before you
You’ll want to reminisce
On the moments life adorned you
With what love truly is.
For anyone that feels that
Their race is already run
That their ball is burst and flat
And they’ve seen their final Sun
When your grip is getting tired
And your grip is all you’ve got
If life leaves much to be desired
Remember…
You’re much better here than not.
Though the tunnel long and dark
Can seem impossible to fight
Every punch will make a spark
For you to guide toward the light
No matter what may lay ahead
If every hope and dream seems shot
There’s another path that you can tread
Because you are loved…
And you’re much better here than not.
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