In the last 100 years
We leapt into the sky
We learned from the birds
Just how to fly
Despite thinking our brains
Were bigger than most
A small wren can fathom it out
But won’t boast
Aerodynamically the precious bee
Has a body thats big
But wings, just agree
That are very tiny
In fact minuscule
But we steal its honey
And we steal its fuel
We say that we share it
But we take it away
And replace it with
Refined white sugar
They pay
A very big price for their miracle
And
So many who buy it just won’t understand
So many cases of this going on
Its a larcenous journey
And all this we don
We create burdens for others who be
So much more sensitive than us
Like the tree
It has a connection with the earth and the soil
Its longevity builds
Its knowledge for toil
Rooting down into the minerals there
And watching and waiting
And being aware
The plants of the field
They are part of it all
They have psychic powers
If we do call
They will come with their magic
If we can relate
But what do we do
Pull them up at a rate
Bending our backs to the task
Of the day
Is destroying knowledge
Thats how we pay
The plant spirits
Its only google who knows
Its our state of mind
We are brainwashed and it shows
go stay with the indigenous
I always do
Not 5 star hotels
Exploiting those who
Work for a pittance
For something to eat
But who have so much wisdom
The true elite
We could talk to the animals
Just sit and say
Simple conversations
And listen and pay
Attention to their answers
For many know more
Than you ever dreamt
Of of that i am sure
But what do we do
We think we know best
Instead of trying
We hunt them and test
We rape them and kill them
And force them away
So we can keep cattle
And make them all pay
We transgress but our ignorance
Quietens our soul
We are indifferent to Nature
We take on the role
We become so detached
In our concrete and glass
Like the orca’s in tanks
We are not in their class
We believe we are conscious
And we point at some who
Are known as dumbed down
But not us we are true
To ourselves we love cows
But the dairy ice cream
On a hot summers day
It just is a dream
All this improbity
Year after year
The natural world
And the beings all fear
We speak with forked tongues
And yes we’re not true
We are losing our power
And its not coming through
The universe out there
Discriminates and we
Are thankless to all of the miracles
That be
There for the taking
Unmindful in fact
No appreciation
And so they redact
It just isn’t there
It cannot be seen
We do not give the time
How ever long it has been
And thus we all lose it
The knowledge of old
And must resort to yahoo
But really who told
Yahoo and google
More digitals who
Are spiritually starving
As clueless too
The power of emotion
The strength of the sky
The depth of the oceans
And they do not ask why
Just take it for granted
No connection there
No love of the planet
Just wifi aware
That is throwing a spanner
In our works each day
As we drift on our arrogant sea
Far away
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