Buzzing,
all I hear is a faint buzz.
I stare forward.
My boredom comes back and forth -
like the tide rolling back.
All around me
empty faces.
What's in their minds?
I don't think the stars would even
catch their eyes.
The buzz is that
of an old jazz show tune,
trying to teach me to walk -
but I am afraid.
Maybe the buzz is just in my head.
Vibrations
flow down through my body,
hitting my soul
like a hammer on nail.
My body is yet
to breathe -
a seed in the ground.
Man and Women -
whatever they may be
walk over me
and breathe in life.
Vast wasteland.
All to see is the tree -
The Tree of Life.
Instead of basking in it's holy glory,
Man and Women chop it down,
sell it to foreign industries,
mass produce it,
pack it,
sell it,
and ship it to all those willing
to sacrifice their souls
for a piece of immortality.
Instead of building homes for needy
you divide it for those willing to pay
for stocks -
and a little extra of course.
Robbing us blind,
while we try to get to sleep tonight
and the creator laughs
in all our faces for getting it so wrong.
he looks out at all
the empty faces.
What's in their minds?
He doubts the stars would even catch their eyes.
Buzzing brings me back.
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