THE CONDITIONING
Oct 13, 2018
Hunger, Anger
the struggle to wander
Wander the surface
of things that are in sight
losing thought of things that are above
and beneath the seeing eye
Always out of focus
because the focus
has been predetermined for us
no room for thought
but of the force embedded in us
The environment is in shambles
but the condition is to not be bothered
after all that is the order.
Bleeding, crying no access to mining
we cannot feed, only fed
we cannot lead but can be led
We cry for help, they shun our yelp
built walls to fence
the manna that should feed me, feed us
A meal for ten men, one devours
claiming all the power
now you wonder why we scurry like rats
for a dime or a pound
This is the conditioning
Hey!
Snap out of it.
