Escape from Responsibility;
the grand exercise in futility.
In the web of lies we weave,
it is ourself we truly deceive.
As the ‘my freedom’ illusion;
a union forged in confusion.
Our shared plight is aligned;
we’re all deeply intertwined.
Only a way for all to be Free
protects the right to Liberty.
The many terrible perils of conformity,
don’t end at the dullness of uniformity.
Should curiosity lead you another way,
old relations will hastily fall into decay.
An obstacle to be given its proper due;
the risk is never realising a unique you.
Yet this need not be cause for despair;
lessons learned make one truly aware.
For all of you who want to reign in Hell,
I got terribly disappointing news to tell:
That throne has countless contenders;
the true heirs thrive on you pretenders.
And as your usefulness certainly ends,
you will be backstabbed by old friends.
All that you so lust to have and control,
will turn to ash at the cost of your soul.
Must the whole world perpetually burn,
before you at long last accept to learn?
Where our beliefs will not let the mind go,
there true imagination cannot either flow.
As the Natives couldn’t see the big ships,
the invaders had their perception eclipse.
Intimate with travel and conquering feats,
yet estranged to our Mother’s heart beats.
With Ancestors alike their New World kin,
still what they saw was a world full of sin.
And as it had befallen their people before,
they lay waste to those beyond the shore.
Thus yet another great Paradise was lost;
the rejection of Nature has a terrible cost.
Continuity with a price increasingly steep;
the Old World wound is ancient and deep.
Our innate spirituality violently up-rooted,
with intuition & conscience all but muted.
The broken always seek a reality remake;
to be whole again, or for all else to break.
And now, that choice falls on us to make;
past guilt and blame, for everyone’s sake.
Even if the dissociation is a mastered art,
we are still all Native in body and at heart.
Should we strive to do things right,
or what is right as well as we might?
All the better if we can unite the two,
still, how often is that actually true?
Do we choose a fast journey to fame,
or a road with truth as our highest aim?
One path is certainly easier to master,
yet is not wrong done right a disaster?
No excuse will do at the end of the day;
our conscience will still have its say.
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