My friend –
When will this poisoning end?
An imaginary ‘race’
We christen it ‘human’
But that’s not the case.
Rather it’s our undoing
Our divinity in ruins
Washed into the sea
Dust upon this well worn floor
Our fingerprints are all over
These gaping holes we create
And spend our lives trying to fill
When there’s nothing there to sate
While society forms
These artificial layers
And artificial cares
And an over-complicated economy
That cannot hope to survive
Instead drains us like a vampire
Until there’s no way we can thrive
While we shout hoarse “Hallelujahs”
And try and bluff the One who’s Supremely Aware
Who watches the world quietly humming
With a serendipitous stare.