Poem - Protest song: "The Human Craze"

"The Human Craze"

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Crude as the oil we see our reflection

There lies the root of all our affliction

The greed, the easy direction we take

That fatally sets our destiny straight

Into wasteful depression

Inevitably we succumb to regression

With mirrors entertained

Into bitter consumption

Like natives when they let empty things stray

Their wisdom and care

For the seemingly plain

For paying with attention

Hollow we look away

We are held contempt

For our selfish disconnection

The frail will obey

A new drug will come to restrain

And corrupt our intentions

In mass, so they say

They want us to think is all a game

To trade our health for economic gain

We know they are overdue to pay

For burning our children's future away

While drowning us in diversion

Every 15 minutes, some one to their life puts an end

Soon suicide will be the number one cause of death

No surprise what we get

We surpass even cancer

We devolved into the disease 

Now work for it

Killing away the planet and any

Chance for redemption

Every hour someone dulls their pain

Away from these things

As I once did

Tell me again how we are not doing this to ourselves

And how we are not a part of the earth

How we are some better thing

So smart just not enough to wake up

From this collective dream

To slim

Before we self destruct

Any mind out there who cares to think

For themselves please evoke your instinct

Don’t offer yourself to luck

Or jump on the first ship

That claims it has the magic fix

It might be leading us into another slave pit

While promising safe shore

The clowns and kings they mostly look to split

The dialogue and those who

Regardless of division, for understanding speak

Knowing that’s the only way to heal

When our empathy has fallen sick

And our ability to see ahead clouded by war

Our vision made too poor

Relative and bleak

The state can’t save us

Not Lenin’s Fascism or Hitler’s Communist reform

Or the imperialist hunger to everything own

With their crusades for omnipotent control

We have to reclaim the power

And the solutions become

I feel hope for every one I meet

I want to hear their story

To walk on their feet

Women or men, any friend

I won’t pretend your tragedy to understand

But let us meet tomorrow more as one

Less in vain, in the end

We all fall prey to sorrow

And time's heavy hand

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