…..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.
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Important questions within these verses and a reminder of the conditions which inform the crux of our human dignity.
We are a dignified species aren’t we, sometimes the dignified work against themselves because of that same dignity, the fact we are philosophical creatures work against us as well; at times, it can fixate us on a path to a fault, lock us into a death walk we can’t seem to break even though we can rationalize our obvious end.. but often times it is those same qualities that save us from ourselves, what is to be said about such a being.
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