We buy and sell ourselves short of the same ideal world we all imagine...
The same free world we all claim to protect.
Like rabid beasts, we trade away our ideals and humanity at the sight of blank images.
Images of greed and seduction...
Images of power and lust.

How many of our children will we sacrifice to the money Gods before we see the blood on our hands?
How many lost souls will have to cry out together, that we might listen?
How many human slaves will it take to carry the weight of our absent minds?
When will time become internal again, instead of something we stare at on walls.

Brothers and sisters...
When will we break bread?

*Gene