I want to change the world,
but I cannot change my mind.
Ten thousand years of bad behaviour haunts my DNA,
it’s going to take a coup;
The seizing of hypodermics of the working day,
its going to take a courageous venture into the mists.

For this brave new circus which the clowns all call CIVILisation
is only civil as far as the pig can spit,
it’s as civil as a civil war.
Irony is lost on the blind nestled within the dark,
harkening to the whispering shadow,
so fine-tuned they think it the light.

Its a bleak sunset of business as usual.
The judgement of some higher power on this
will be cast into the same sty where the enlightened fester,  
where all new thoughts are smeared in ****
where all the stoic poets weep.
But only if
We do not change our minds.

Liberation and love wait for the collective
we are One and One is all
The End must be rejected