i want to humbly live
with the eskimos
or in a kibbutz or
in a time when
most of the people around
were nomadic
with no attachment
to a real home.
to a big home.

i wanna be
where people
live in huts
by the sea
i wanna wake up
and see
palm trees
i don’t care
if i slept on the beach
the night before;
i realized last night
in my bed
that i’m always
where i’ll be.

right here.
i wanna wake up
and see
something
beautiful
i don’t want
beautiful
to be a ghastly
rendition of
“luxury”
i wanna be free
like what a bird is
to the wind

i wanna dig in
to the roots
of where i
come from…

…where we all
come from
i’m gonna
remember
what it’s like
to be one


somewhere
down the line
we lost the fact the
earth is our home
i don’t
wanna wake up
groveling
by my marble topped
counter top
weeping
because the red final
notice form
says to me
i’m leaving
that is not beautiful
did nomads even
know
that feeling?

i’d rather deal
with illiteracy
over our raging prideful
human stupidity

i wanna see the people
rise
instead of claw at the
quiet desperation
eating at them raw
i wanna see the people
love
like they don’t know
what greed looks like
like they could get up
and get their waiter
a drink

ever think of that?
let’s get her
off her feet
let’s make it easier
for her
instead of harder
where
can we meet
in the middle?
when can
we shine
the black mans
shoes or kiss
the land of
the pyramids
when
can we bring it
all in?

what happened
to the Brotherhood
of man?

what happened
to man?
we are not
the nomads;
we are a
whole new
species…
we are not
the same as when
we were young –
when God created us
out of universal will to become
before we found out
what greed felt like;
we are not the same
jeez
how we have changed the game