A world on fire

The worlds on fire but

I’m still in line

Waiting for the traffic light

For the freedom to move

Children die everyday

Ripped from their mothers or

Hungry and naked

Sometimes even just because

I’m still waiting 

On that traffic light

The clock ticks slowly

But a decade flew by

There’s already a new war 

On the horizon

Old graves forgotten

But hey I’m still waiting

For the sign to turn

There’s only money to this madness

Method be damned

No nation can be Great

Without sacrificing a few pawns

The light’s amber now

Blinking in my eyes

I’m still waiting 

For the green in my life

What price freedom

And is freedom really free

Or just another slogan

To keep me focused on green

Lights change and we move forward

Lights change and we move backward

Never knowing whether a decision

Is truly ours, or what we’re told

The world’s on fire but

Hey, the lights green now

Time to get my coffee

Be a good cog in the machine now

Sight

I see you

In the corner, sipping your coffee

I see your knowledge

Maybe I’m the only one

The only other in this godforsaken cafe

Recognising the world going up in flames

People just going about their day

With their iced tea or chai latte

Coffee and the drug of poverty 

Desperation is the handicap of the hour

The powers that be playing in your head

Telling you what to think, Instead

Of letting rationality survive

How will the world work

If there were, God forbid, Equality (gasp)

It’s such a wonderful mass psychosis

Who me... well I never... no I’m not racist

This delusion that we’ve all surrendered to

That we believe we’re all equal

But some men of course are more equal than others

Worshipping, admiring, objectifying

Desiring 

A contradiction of self is a human

And we try to define it in a tiny little box

Always forgetting where we came from

Ugliness is in our essence

A drive to dominate and establish our presence

To be the One, the Alpha, the Omega

And when humanity failed we created the Other

The One, or the Many

And called them Creator

We said we were “created” in their image

Or that “They” are part of us

Self serving, petty and egotistical are we 

Oh but better than us is He

So yes, maybe I am the only one

No different from anyone else

Maybe even a bit worse

Seeing the delusion

And buying into it anyway

To be accepted into this cesspool of trauma

But I see you

Across the cafe

And I think

You see me too

Buying In

Do you buy in?
Or do you question?
Do you lose yourself sometimes
In the restless musings of your dreamer mind
In the dissatisfaction of your current life
Or are you content ?
With the way of the world
With the seemingly pointless existence

Do you buy in to your higher purpose
Or the bribe of your afterlife
Do you believe like so many of us
That the body is fleeting
And that the soul rejuvenates

Isn’t it the same?
As wanting more than this construct
To wonder if this life is the experiment
And that all of us are learning
Breaking the cycle, one life at a time
Embracing the madness, the ebb and flow of life

Who are the masters then,
Who cracks the whip and makes us go on
If our memories be ourselves
Then who holds us prisoner
At the interruption of the cycle
Who becomes the teacher
Is that who is God or the Devil?
Who sits in judgement of our life
Do you buy in ?
Or do you question?