The Future Is Ours For The Taking

Microchipped children - Courtesy of the NWO

I sometimes feel like an alien creature
for which there is no earthly explanation.
Sure I have human form, walking erect
and opposing digits,
but my mind is upside down.
I feel like a run-on sentence
in a punctuation crazy world.
And I see the world around me
like a mad collective dream.

An endless stream of people
move like ants from the freeway.
Cell phones, PC’s, and digital displays.
“In Money We Trust,” we’ll find happiness
the prevailing attitude; like a genetically modified
irradiated Big Mac is somehow symbolic of food.

Morality is legislated.
Prisons over-populated.
Religion is incorporated.
The profit-motive has permeated all activity.
We pay our government to let us park on the street,
and war is the biggest money-maker of all.
We all know missile envy only comes from being small.

Politicians and prostitutes
are comfortable together.
I wonder if they talk about
the strange change in the weather.
This government was founded by, of, and for the people.
But everybody feels it;
like a giant open sore,
they don’t represent us anymore.
And blaming the President for the country’s woes
is like yelling at a puppet for the way it sings.
Who’s the man behind the curtain pulling the strings?

A billion people sitting watching their TV
in the room that they call living.
But as for me,
I see living as loving.
And since there is no loving room,
I sit on the grass under a tree
dreaming of the way things used to be.
Pre-Industrial Revolution,
which of course is before the rivers and oceans,
and skies were polluted
before Parkinson’s, and mad cows
and all the convoluted cacophony of bad ideas
like skyscrapers, and tree paper, and earth rapers
like Monsanto and Dupont had their way
as they continue to today.

This was Pre-us
back when the buffalo roamed
and the Indian’s home
was the forest, and God was nature
and heaven was here and now.
Can you imagine clean water, food, and air
living in community with animals and people who care?
Do you dare to feel responsible
for every dollar you lay down?

Are you going to make the rich man richer?
Or are you going to stand your ground?
You say you want a revolution,
a communal evolution,
to be a part of the solution;
maybe I’ll be seeing you around.

~ Woody Harrelson