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A stream of consciousness once told me

It’s a world in constant motion

To make a profit at any price

To step on others once or twice

Like an egoistic laughing contest

Built out of nothing

I’m tired of laughing

Of only laughing

Push you down to lift me up?

That’s what they tell me

Those self-serving children set the stage

While we fight the many wars they wage

Starve our minds and put us in a cage?

Don’t get me started…

Does one person have a chance to bring them down?

To stop the madness everywhere, all around?

When the voices sing

They herald change

Where are all the voices?

Where are all the voices?

A million times a day in a million different ways there is something ugly and wicked

A million times a day in a million different ways there are chances for beauty and love

Don’t buy in

Don’t check out

Listen to the winds of change, calling from the middle of the road,

Clearing the way for a safe passage

I declare, A ban on evil!

Disband the Army, people!

Wake the masses from their dogmatic slumbers

Our favorite shows, the history of white men, and the fear they throw

Deep-seated programming

Too insulting to need anymore

We are not sheep!

We are not sheep!

We are just asleep, at the karmic wheel

Stepping on each others’ heals

Eyes closed

Automatic mouths

We forgot to put our ears on today

To hear the truth within the noise

To want something better

We want something better

Life is not pressed from a cookie cutter

Strip malls

Big Boxes of concrete

Turning nature into prediction

To feed our addictions

A type of science fiction

Show me an honest depiction

Not this dimly lit hologram with too many angular contradictions

A harsh winter is coming

In the shape of our own choices

It’s in our TV

It’s in the fabric of society

It’s not OK

It’s time to wake up.

If only we declared new choices

Our world of constant motion

Could resemble some notion of peace