broken and beaten, I've been traded. I never was good at bartering and I get attached to the hearts I acquire. Yet I remain EXPENDABLE. and I don't UNDERSTAND it. the DRAMA of it all. I'm tired of being traded as a lesser possession to the temptations of previous sins. WHEN can I become the manager of my ****** possessions and learn to control my heart's quick inspired inevitable failure?
If the world was run on barter, Free trade would be our charter, We could trade in hypocrisy, Racism, cant and war's futility, To barter off for a kindly face, And peaceful ways for the human race, Lay down all weapons, for grace, Peace armies to take their place, If we could run the world on barter, Those trades would be our charter.......
Let there be light Let there be humans Give them a garden Let them be companions It was all so simple A world just for two Nature would provide Now what should they do? The seasons are learned Along with day and night There is dangers in the wild But what about wrong and right? The beauty of one another Brought their bodies together One day something happened It was no longer just each other
There was a baby to feed And other families emerged They were drawn together As their problems converged Food, shelter, water, safety These things required action Someone had to do something Reality caused a reaction But who would do what? Who could hunt or lift a stone? Could they become a village? Or is it to each his own? Who would decide? Who would object? Were they in agreement? Or would they always reject?
One selfish man And a plan will fail One greedy man And the garden is for sale Would a man live for need And not for his wants? Would a man cure the infirm And be paid only with thanks? Would a man read a book And study until he sleeps? Would he use his knowledge And reject the reward he reaps? Is this the way to achieve greatness With no discernment among men? Everyone the same No matter how driven?
The ocean beckons As do the mountains The lakes and the streams Are natures fountains Will they be cared for If we live wild and free? Will a man be happy Not plundering all he can see?
And so the rock must be lifted And we look around the cave One man’s back is broken And another says, “I’m no slave” So the rock remains As do we in the cave Who will get food tonight? “It’s not my turn” he said with a wave
How much is too much For you to have all you need? How much is too much Before you notice the greed? Think of it this way You ask a man to play a flute He can make you smile But will praise be his fruit?
A good man will share what he has And he will accept what he receives But how many good men do you know? And how many are thieves? Would you rather wear a fur Or harness the heat? Would you rather live outdoors Or have a home on a street? And who will do this for you Without their just reward? Can you live like an animal Or accept greeds mighty sword?
And so do you want my wool In trade for your milk? But the home he built for you Requires that he receive silk But milk is all you have So you must live outdoors How do we accommodate When I can't use yours?
It's a matter of trust I say what I render Equals what you accept And paper became legal tender And if you agree Though paper is not milk Then I will build your house Because now I can buy my silk And in this way Our wants become cultivated And the lazy man Is suddenly motivated
As the thinking man observes The power of the capitalist tool And the rivers of paper That once was milk and wool He wonders how it came to pass That a world of cows and sheep Became one of oil and gas It happened while some did sleep In the fury of comfort and reward And technological devices Are we better off Or have we invented new vices?
I am happy for my children’s comfort But at what cost to another? Is it a zero sum game With a winner and a loser? Will the next big thing Happen without their just reward Or should we just pray to God And put down our paper sword? Is there a consensus among men That can ever be reached? Or will we always fail And will egalitarianism be breached?
I wonder of these things As we print more and more The paper is all that matters We want ours and all else we ignore Is there a limit On the value of milk and wool Will we continue as we are Who will win, the bear or the bull?
This may sound like Genesis to modern times but I just wanted to start somewhere. It could be cavemen or whatever beginning you wish....