Smiles are rare
In the confinement of life,
Stripped of rights
And torn to pieces.
These young, somber faces
Stare lifelessly
At the robot of authority
Spraying incoherent words
of Mother Culture.
As the drones,
Of once young and free hearts,
Are sent to the center
Of Mother Culture,
They know more of sadness
Than that of love,
They learn more of corruption
Than that of peace,
And they are taught of more disconnection
And destruction,
Than that of wholeness
And life.
The years utterly wasted
On the study of ignorance
And stupidity,
And the hope so depleted
Upon the punishment
Of play.
The moments wither away
Unconsciously
Through each discouraging day.
The puppets
Mother Culture calls 'Teachers',
Are no more wise
Than the children themselves,
Though authority has been granted
Through the strings of control;
A sad distortion of what reality
Truly beholds.
As each draining year
Is snatched
From the kids of the future,
Left are the choices to
Rebel,
Drowning in frustration and hatred,
Or surrender
Under the weight of fear and depression.
Oh how the mere energy of life
Is ****** into the mouth
Of Mother Culture,
Feeding on the people's God-given rights.
As the gongs
Strike the periodic reminder of enslavement,
The zombies
Of once wise and blissful children,
March to the next cell
Of Mother Culture's subject.

Oh how the people lie unaware,
Deceived by the illusion
That Mother Culture nurtures.
The parents of Her former education
****** their children against their will
Into the cold hands of her neglect.
If only they were allowed to know
The dangers
Of Mother Culture's teachings.

Mother Nature has been restrained
By Mother Culture's power
Of popularity,
Though Mother Nature still lives,
And is growing,
To educate the truth.
For the pupils of Mother Nature
Thrive upon the stable foundation
Of life and its means.
Each individual
Is a teacher unto himself,
And constantly remains
a student of God.
The clash of unrelenting bells
Do not flood the ears of the young,
As they blissfully transition
From one interest to the next.
The children of Mother Nature
Are secured
By the safe, living walls
Of her arms,
Which proudly resembles
The heart of the children,
Rather than the bleak, suffering walls
of Mother Culture's grasp.
The pure souls
Are allowed to explore with curiosity,
The wonders of Mother Nature's wisdom.
As the eager, passionate faces
Look upon no robot of higher power,
But a human being of any age,
Their freedom from authority
Is granted
To uncover the power
They encompass within.
These children
Know more of harmony
Than that of ******,
They of learn the choices they can make
That shape their reality in such a way
That contributes to life,
And they are taught simply of love,
Than to ever let rage defeat.
So enriched
Are the lives
Who've studied Mother Nature's works,
Every glorious moment
Never slips by unnoticed.

Thriving are the children
So fostered
By Mother Nature's lips of freedom;
Suffering are those under Mother Culture's
Heavy feet of control.
Mother Culture slyly inculcates
The teachings of death,
While Mother Nature openly provides
The education of life.