Politiks, amirite?

Politics Amirite?

We’re here on Earth, right now.

Alive. kicking.

On fertile green pastures

Set within an abyss of power

Fear set firmly in our heart

A portal to hell

Marching generations through

*in ya go!*

Greed and desire mopping the gristle of cold sweat off the ground

Power exists in a vacuum

Which is white guy talk for

Power is only in our head

Here’s the most exquisite paradox…

as soon as you give it all up,

you can have it all.

As long as you want power,

you can't have it.

The minute you don't want power,

you'll have more than you ever dreamed possible.

Ram Das said that 

because

Power is not real

The barrel locked to your chin is real

Earth dug up and formed to kill man

Lead, copper, and plastic machined down to the tip of a bullet

In a factory

worked

by workers

People, like you and me

Because when you pull the trigger, ring the bell,  jostle the lever, 

a treat appears

Food, warmth, a bed, a stove, a Spotify subscription

We are giving it away to an electronic media

Maintained by hateful gods

Kings of the dollar

Demons at the gate

Because we don't know when we will die,

we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well.

Yet everything happens only a certain number of times,

and a very small number really.

How many more times

will you remember

a certain afternoon

of your childhood,

an afternoon that is so deeply

a part of your being

that you can't even conceive

of your life without it?

Perhaps four, five times more,

perhaps not even that.

How many more times

will you watch the full moon rise?

Perhaps 20. And yet it all seems limitless.

Bruce Lee’s Epitaph says that

No gods

No masters

Your thoughts are not your reality

The time 

To Take action

Is Now