Lighter Mourning

To break the idolatry, the endless sea

contained in a drop of monotony.

When asked to change the world, reponded He,

"Let Light there be, to inflict burns upon the peasantry."

Eighty hours a week working to please economy

ends with the death of comraderie.

We were born to be revolutionaries,

Free to create in harMONy.

Not simple-minded sleepers, waiting

for fresh minds to atrophy.

When asked to change the world, I loudly scream

"Stand up for the Dao and receive the gift given spritually."

 

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