We sit in the darkness of daylight
We sit and watch what we do not see
We make our bed on thorns and thistles
We are in the paradise of sorrow
Is it that we are patient
Au contraire
At the slightest of offense
We fight, we maim, we impair
The victims of our swords
Are they that like us are under same illusions
Some of grandeur, some of mediocrity
Humanity is crying out "why the system"
"Change the system"
But humans are saying, "Onaga - It is working"
For they see in the mirage of reality
A hopeless hope.
The binoculars needed to see is Love.
But that fuel is too damn expensive even for the wealthiest of us all.
©vicwise
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