Light of progress

In the dark we held each other, in shadow all men were brothers
Blood painted our name, no shame we had many mothers
First word spoken silence broken weapon of the lung
A word spear produces fear as rock words are flung

Hunter to farmer hides our armor, children our wealth
The birth of chattel, guarded cattle source of health
In the light of the fire desire grew handles
In a low glow fences grew around our candles

With Paper tongues possession forged slavery's chains of oppression
In bondage to machines, sheen that freed us, bitten by teeth of gears of depression
Worshiping circuit voices of choices illusion companion of our creation
Fed pills of indoctrination now a doped and lobotomized nation