Bound to Earth
"Everything is good,"said my momma when I was a youngin'
I use to believe that. Why am I a cynic, you ask? We all should be and the
sooner you realize the less wounds you have to relieve yourself from.
It all started when man wanted a power trip and the creation of green paper.
We turned into really smart savages, we build pyramids and skyscrapers
throughout our time in this world, but we cannot seem to get rid of hate,
greed, envy, fear-those are feelings we all have gone through but did we
create them? We enslave ourselves trying to get more papers to generate paper
so we can be prosporous for a few decades and hope our kids will do the same
but we often forget that the safe road turned out to be dangerous. Religion
is another big weapon that divides everyone and the power it has makes me
anxious, we need to believe in something, that much is true. "Please try not
be angry momma, Don't ya' see all our people are gettin' locked up for the
being different?!" Sure the all mighty elite might have more valid reasons
but they have been doing this for hundreds of years and if you agree
its o.k. I hope no one gets charged with treason, I just want a place
without corruption. Its been some 20 years since I argued with momma
but I got older, I got more angry so I became the person I never wanted to be
I became a cop, to fix the bad things and really change the world, but I need
you, Myself, everybody. everybody. please hear me out. Empathy is the
only cure, help humanity- help each other out, because the only person you
hurt is yourself in the end. I hope I make a change for the better and the elite
becomes the crazies and the world is the norm and greed ends.
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