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It is simple, and yet sublime; Incapturable. You need not go in, Take away the man, destabilising the economy That you so love Letting them die You need not assassinate and collaborate, Scheme and puncture Spheres of influence that stretch and bubble In Latin America and Southern Asia, You need not sign secrets away Safe and deep In silos and bunkers Where Armageddon sleeps. You need not supply, buy and axchange Implements of violence and rage, Picking sides in civil war, tribal conlflict And bigger, In lands you do not understand Lands where the mountains resonate with holiness, Lands of spiritual awakening awaiting for the young; Concepts you can’t grasp, that don’t sit well You need leave them be. Enough has been done, Not always with bad intention But rarely for the greater good Enough has been said and bought and replaced Captured, shot at, disgraced, Caricatured into funny cartoons Taken over, the masters’ role assumed. For all the radars and sonar It seems impossible to listen; Simple, yet sublime. Incapturable. Irreplaceable.
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
Incapturable. Irreplacable.
It is simple, and yet sublime; Incapturable. You need not go in, Take away the man, destabilising the economy That you so love Letting them die You need not assassinate and collaborate, Scheme and puncture Spheres of influence that stretch and bubble In Latin America and Southern Asia, You need not sign secrets away Safe and deep In silos and bunkers Where Armageddon sleeps. You need not supply, buy and axchange Implements of violence and rage, Picking sides in civil war, tribal conlflict And bigger, In lands you do not understand Lands where the mountains resonate with holiness, Lands of spiritual awakening awaiting for the young; Concepts you can’t grasp, that don’t sit well You need leave them be. Enough has been done, Not always with bad intention But rarely for the greater good Enough has been said and bought and replaced Captured, shot at, disgraced, Caricatured into funny cartoons Taken over, the masters’ role assumed. For all the radars and sonar It seems impossible to listen; Simple, yet sublime. Incapturable. Irreplaceable.
I am not there, I am not a master or a slave. I care, though. Check out my blog http://miragesofleavesinspring.blogspot.co.uk/
h-w-erellson
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
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