The Holy Connection An Alternative Exploration of Existence
I see a world, where there was harmony
And a peaceful society was a reality
Where searching basic necessities like food and shelter were a priority
Unlike what we are today, tarnished the very soul of humanity
Look back; travel in the past to see
The world where there was harmony
Nakedness was not obscene
It was natural
Nobody was a king or queen
Everybody was an equal
Now what you wear defines you, try to match the pace of the herd
It’s mandatory to follow the trendsetters
Consumerism, has consumed the world
Why do we think we are better?
Than those before us
Better than the other species
But we are not the most evolved rather the most dangerous
Worse than pigs who feed on their faeces
Lethal, we couldn’t care less if the entire earth was wiped out, we’d be dirt
But oh my our egos should be pampered let alone hurt
Hurt by the truth
Let’s be covered with layers after layers,
After all who wants to dispute?
Bow down, your necks not rising above your shoulders
Our ancestors must be so proud?
As we beat our chests and shout
The lies from our stinky mouths
No they weep in their shrouds
We blame the knife
We blame the fire
We question life
We are such good liars
Oh we have progressed, chant, “Profit, profit, gain gain,”
Sure we have, only to go in the black hole all over again
We call the deprived poor
We call the exploiter rich
The deprived continues to go down the hole, deeper
And the exploiter feels pity for those in the ditch
Now with the closed mouth smiles and caked faces
You call beautiful colours, race
Buy everything and let it all go to waste
Make nutrition expensive and sell the taste
Everything that we created has destroyed who we are
And we so fondly search ourselves in the pattern of the stars
We’ll follow each other in the depths of hell
To compete to show and tell
Your hearts soar
With pride
Singing tales of war,
But forgetting those that died
We are cursed to live with their blood
That has stained the souls of everyone in this herd
Butcher peace
Serve it to your demons piece by piece
Brainwashed to believe
In our inability
To shape and weave
What we see
He said, “For the greater good of all
You are too young to think, play with your dolls,”
The scales of justice weighed down with petty stones
Diamonds, all kind of gems, ah and gold!
And there goes down the ashes and bones
Of those rebels, so bold
Of those who dared to speak with their voice
Voices not auto-tuned to match the noise
Don’t call me a pessimist, read between the lines 😉
Where did we go wrong, folks? In our blind ignorance or our complete lack of acceptance and curiosity? Well, maybe it’s time to find an answer, maybe its time to back into our archaic origins so that we see our condition for what is: caked in layer after layer of sugarcoated ignorance and putrid self-indulgence. Maybe it is time to face the truth so that we can make a change. Are you up for the challenge?
