Sermon for the deaf
Let's all stop, and take a really close look here.What is it we fear?
On what grounds do we learn what to hold dear?
How well do we really understand what shapes our perception and conception?
We need to wake up from the social deception
that money equals happiness
– we need to realize exactly the scope of the mess
we find ourselves in
– the scope of the war we have to win
Our systems are unnecessarily cluttered and convoluted,
the result being that nothing is really ever realized or concluded
oracles in cold machines,
hidden behind flashy screens
promise the fulfillment of dreams
we never knew existed
– the whole conception of liberty has become so twisted
that it is sold and traded in the coin of security
– but what does it actually mean to be "free"?
free to dream, free to scream, free to seem,
free to act like some morose, semi-brain-dead shithead,
money substituting our dreams, hopes, and ambitions
as we medicate our way out of this twenty-first-century nightmare
Meanwhile, the planet is decaying and dying from our recklessness
– we need a thorough examination of our key values, we have to redefine "happiness"
as a concept, and realize that we're trapped in a global conceit
- bliss is not something given by receipt
The sky is black in the horizon, the drums of war are closing in
As we invoke the concept of "sin"
As an excuse to violate our next of kin
And bombs are detonated, transmitted through TV-screens
Going off in our minds, redefining our dreams
As soothing soundtracks replace the screams
How did it get this far?`
When did our greatest ambition become that of getting yet another car
Or winning yet another war?
The time is now to settle the score
With the preconceptions that keep us trapped in these repetitive circles
So which dice do you throw to help decide the way?
What sort of happiness are you planning to buy today?
What medication do you take, to keep solitude and fear at bay?
It's the little white one, right here,
gulp it down with a glass of water, there's nothing to fear
carefully measured doses of apathy
the doctor says you must not feel, if you' re to be really free
there's no time to wait anymore
make no mistake, we' re at war
but this one is of a whole new kind
it's a battle for your mind
a battle to keep your attention
in detention
fought with plastic-dreams
and cold machines
transmitted through flashing screens
the problem is rooted in the concept of profit
– the notion that anything can be worth more than the sum-total of its parts
over the last hundred years, we see nation after nation
Thrown into desperation
At this man-made contraption, this brilliant distraction
And every time, the pattern follows a predictable reaction
So that by now, every nation in the world is indebted to the others
And no one ever bothers
Or has the time to stop for a moment, and wonder at which point along the way
We sold our empathy to the promise of increased gain
At the price of inconceivable pain
But it doesn't matter,
It never does, so long as it's the girl on the other side of the hedge being shot in the head
By some 40-year-old man wearing a hockey-mask
Looking at the last two hundred years of history, we have to stop and ask ourselves
How will we face the task of breaking the cycles of hatred and fear?
Money is time. This flawed notion is the very root of the nightmare lying just around the bend
The conception of this relationship is one that needs to end.
we sell our lives to be able to live them in the first place
right from childhood, we' re drawn into this absurd, perpetuated race
learning to see others as enemies, as we' re whipped through an education
designed to make us into proper humans
spitting us out at the other end after give or take seventeen years
with a sign and a diploma that we have been branded by the ambitions and fears
perpetuating this sick excuse for a society
since when did spending half your life working ten hours a day have anything at all to do with being free?
Completely oblivious to the problems we create
Ascribing any hardships or horrors to the contorted notion of fate
Leaving our lives in the reins of a system driven by egoism, fear and hate
Raising our hands to a blackened sky
We cheer at our ignorance, as we bleed the planet dry
Poetry by Lalando
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Written on 2012-04-02 at 18:49
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