The greatest sacrifice We, as today’s youth, make is to settle for the liquors of success when the waters of true happiness call. The promised land remains a promise that will never be realised as the dreamers among us refuse to wake from our slumber.
We are now clawing away at a consumerist eden instead of making our way to Zion.
All for the sake of materialism, worthless cash and false ownership. But then again, few of us see it as such. Instead we call this surface democracy our freedom and hold onto it tighter than a newborn suckling on a nipple.
We don’t want to look at each other in the eye and be straight about things. We’d much rather pretend that the world smells of coffee and roses and that flowers bloom all year long. Our assumed imperfection is an excuse to corrupt and destroy everything we touch. We look instead at each other’s shoes, rather than our souls. We look to clothes rather than our actions and we remain entranced by the brilliance of our minds rather than the wonders of our hearts. We play by the rules, although we ought to break them all. We speak when we ought to listen and we obey without question.
This is not one person, it is not even most people. It is all of us. Were this not the case, the world would not be as it is. But pointing to the peak won’t get us there, we must start walking.
Bless the children, o lord
who in their wisdom question
while we, like lemmings, accept.
Bless the man, o redeemer
when found wanting
gives more than he ever will take.
Bless the woman, o maker
whose many desires
lead her to serve above all others.
And bless the dead as well
for the living mourn all their days
only to rejoice in their demise.
Namaste
