As I sit in bucolic retrograde
Like the Rolling Stones
“I watch the children play as tears go by”
In beauty and truth
Contemplating a world ruled by lies
Perpetrated by the elite
Prison industrial complex
Making us all willing slaves in their dystopic Hunger Games
My sweet headed baby boy eyes a colorful plastic toy Made in China
Later I watch RT news from Russia with love my Siberian sisters over the Bearing Strait
Propaganda from the other side,
Imagining the future our children will inherit
Where smart phones will be fused to mindless cyborg neural networks
While the soul is reduced to the bioelectrical glamour of Lunar witches
Enter the control centered ethic of Free Masons and Neo Nazis with their sick incestuous love of power and materialism.
Where wealth=virtue and poverty is a crime, a social disgrace, a complete moral failing, an earth with decreasing amounts of empathy, falling fertility rates, and collapsing ecology, a rise in selfishness, hedonism, with atomized individuals pursuing their empty enjoyment of life.
The noble pursuit of the understanding of finite existence within infinity, and connecting to the Source of All, forgotten.
Have we as human beings lost our way, our will to live, procreate, to dream, to even feel?
Will my children be the last to grow up in a stable civilization, before the jack booted police state kicks into overdrive and pins everyone to a collective brick wall at the behemoth of their corporate masters?
Perhaps I should put these questions off and exist in the moment
Seated by a serene lake
Under a pleasant camphor tree dappled in cool shade
Surrounded by my two stunning children and a sleek black cat named Shivva-Destroyer of Worlds
And not worry about tomorrow
It will be here
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