Where
are we going?
What are we doing?
Why is the world
slowly ungluing?
Was it true blindness?
Or was it bold arrogance?
It is now 11:37
No pardon for the sentence
The clues are all out there
Just look past the fake
We are the new buffalo
that makes the earth quake
But we are the lost tribe
for allowing them to herd us
But if you saw as the wise
They are unable to hurt us
Allowing corporations
to rape and plunder
Overtaking the system
stealing our thunder
But we still have time
We have to believe
Or til the last straw
we'll continue to decieve
Ask
the elderly
if this is the land of the free
Ask them to tell
of how things used to be
I
see two paths ahead
One bold for the weak
While the easier one
has chains for the meek
Where will you be
if the clock strikes twelve?
Where on earth
will you be able to dwelve?
When the eviction notice
comes for the children
Will we continue to hoard
and stand on the fence
Or will we find that
even with heaven
and all our brain power
we lost our common sense
Leo Atreides