The fading pipedreams of my generation astound me
I laugh now at our childish thoughts of self autonomy
Of the one collective human soul, we were not aware
That we are all within creation’s universal stare
The lies of our fathers, are playing us now once again
Women die daily in wars beyond reason, young men lame
Greedy money pigs now steal, using electric shell game
The rich become even richer, and poor the poor remain
But, nothing is being done that hasn’t been seen prior
Each generation is fooled just the same as ones below
The bees dance to show the way and all begin to follow
And the cycle continues with original desire
What was, will always be, with fresh faces, Kipling says by
Robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul
Gods of the street Main are no different, then those of Wall
One simply lacks the other’s opportunity to lie
From birth, to be driven by a solitary word, me
For us, the world was all about what we wanted to see
Not once, until too late, did we realize we’re just a bee
© Copyrights G. Jones 2008
Author's Note: The Path to Consciousness Series
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