to gain my inner worth,
the value of my human existence
while experiencing life on earth.
People travel distances
by means unknown
histories prior to the now.
People are to genius
a weirdly played out lot.
Half appear creatively exceptional
while others are subverted
into warring games.
Figures of death not yet available
apparently not important
as for being a superior, warring game lot.
So much harm destructively
bordering on genocide.
Similar in intent
as with unwanted insects
and animals
previously tolerated
or even venerated
as a God-like gift or prize,
while on earth to bless,
even sanctify.
greed has become a golden cow.
Horns blazing
over financial institutions
or ranch owning corporations
the stamp of merit – presidential somehow.
God bless the courageous
who worship life
as an act of humility
to be doing good while on earth.
No genius about them,
even if known.
No praise or consideration
silent as any drone
but far less subversive.
And take honour from within
the only space of ownership
not observed by the computerised midget
of war-like monsters
fearing opposition
to those corporate induced
political swill.
Those puppeteers’ voice spin.
September 8th, 2016
Tags: Being
