Perspective

Perspective

Perched upon a corporate throne,

We march into the great unknown,

As wasted words of gossip drone,

And steel replaces brick and stone,

Soon you’ll find yourself,

In crowded streets with a cellular phone,

Doing a random strangers bidding.

A means to an end they say,

As poor men die while rich men play,

When honest work brings modest pay,

And doesn’t last ‘em through the day,

Though profiteers in moral grey,

Flood the airwaves to in turn say,

“Our wealth simply paves the way,

Tomorrow is your salvation day,

You want peace? Then war is only fitting.”

Look and you will see,

Money buys democracy,

The Citizens United, see?

If we knew the truth, would we agree?

Those answers are not going to be,

Yes or no but more likely,

Maybe, perhaps, or possibly,

Because in reality,

Right and wrong are just kidding.

But do not fret the plagues we face,

I believe we can change this place,

Through the strength of the human race,

Together on this chase,

No pride, no envy, and in any case,

A common goal to found the base,

Laying evil plots to waste,

As his clients who once stood are now sitting.

Truth is, we can make a stand,

Pull our heads out of the sand,

Call their bluff with a hidden hand,

Of virtue they can’t quite understand,

To defy the procedure’s they have planned,

Unite across the lines that brand,

Refuse all prejudice, none may be accepted.

Some know for they already looked,

And the flow of money keeps them booked,

Takes but once to have them hooked,

Setting the table with food uncooked,

For others whose foundations are shook,

Are pitted against the small time crook,

Hoping only that we are protected.

Hark the sounds of rebellious cries,

For those that call, they realize,

All that lives sure enough dies,

But when displeased we close our eyes,

To the masters of disguise,

Who think their profit justifies,

The invisible hand growing in size,

While their strings attached go uncorrected.

They kept us quiet all the while,

Waiting with numbers dialed,

To put the innocent to trial,

Lining up in single file,

To be cast into the same old pile,

None willing to lay down their tile,

Casting shadows upon their guile,

The double agent mercantile,

Lobbying candidates to endorse.

All I ask, is to what do we base belief?

Dying children get no relief,

Oil poisons the coral reef,

Prophecy of the Commander in Chief,

Given a thought but a bit too brief,

Together a tree, but alone a leaf,

Although it is all who feel the grief,

Of our actions consequential course.

Corrupted elites discuss our goals,

So we continue to dig our holes,

To depths that darken souls,

Rigging markets to decide our roles,

Assumptions made so that greed controls,

They draw their graphs till the pencil dulls,

Then add a factor, see how that goes,

Without even the slightest feeling of remorse.

Growth is sacred, but is it moral?

Strengthen reason yet we still quarrel,

Over falsities of deathly oral,

Arrangements like that of floral,

Remedies but not doctoral,

Blood of fallen lives pastoral,

Reminders that we’re all mortal,

But all thereafter bear the force.

So please tell me at what cost?

In a moments passing our objectives lost,

Compassion was our hand now tossed,

Lines we’ve drawn, lines we’ve crossed,

How much dirt and blood can be washed?

From our conscience we exhaust,

Before shattering glass of fate we sloshed,

Working from scattered pieces back to the source.

It is us who blindly lead the strut,

We are the source and nothing but,

Whose center point is one giant rut,

Where false desires cracked and cut,

And the selfish feed an endless gut,

When our culture begins to split and jut,

We might finally ask, it was all for what?