…..where does it’s shores end, it changes like the wind along side new trends; how do the conditioned know when they are finally freed, as they self devastate and impede, and cause themselves to bleed, with a refusal to take heed, all of which keeps us in need; indeed.
…..Do we come from Fiddler or Kunta Kinte, is it gray or clear as day, we’ve surely lost our way, but is it just our ignorance on display, who’s shoulders do we stand on, out of what culture was we spawned, we are closer to our names then our own DNA, we subconsciously help continue their schemes, and promote their dreams; a fleshy i-robot, serves as their egotistical clock, always riding their jock, we don’t even make our own socks. The answer to our sufferings is in its historic dynamics, we don’t have to move the planets, but no longer can we take our freedoms for granted.