Life's short day and the Money Tree.
That old money tree will still be growing strong
Long after all of us living today are gone
For all of Time folk are obsessed
With climbing to reach an endless quest.
They struggle to crawl way up that tree
To find a top that grows quickly ever out of reach.
Many grabbing hands scrabble for even more
but find its branches twisting can make you really very sore.
This fruitless tree knows no bounds
Its long dark shadow lays cold blanketing bare ground.
The more desire the more the tears
The more the tree grows throughout the years.
In man's endless quest to find the top
Many will reach half way,
Get stuck or find they quickly drop-plop.
So when you wish to climb that old tree:- Remember
there's always a place to stop and admire the scenery.
For that old tree top you will never find
because desire is the quickly growing seed
and tree of the fruitless kind.
(You can never obtain all the money in the world. Although, from a cold,
bare ground, the complex system Mankind has created for trade, can
sometimes build a tree of unity.)
If you win with a gun?
How will you feed your people - if you win?
How will you cure your sick - if you win?
How will you employ your worker - if you win?
How will you educate your children - if you win?
How will you define your borders - if you win?
How will you distribute your justice - if you win?
How will you trade your goods - if you win?
How will you create your peace - if you win?
How will you lead your life - if you win?
How will you honour your God - if you win?
How will you answer - with a gun?
Should you have - already won?
(The various structures of Rebellion or Wars, throughout history have always
have been a comparatively easy event to initiate especially with the advent of
modern weapons. The hardest part of any conflict for either the
winner or loser, however, is the ability to reconstruct a peaceful society
in the aftermath, without famine or want. Know what you are fighting for.)
Humanity celebrates what it has made
A plastic World that will never fade
Nuclear and with asbestos lungs
singing the song of trade division hate and greed
echoing post war dreams that were made to fade
and within the cries of one that died
Eli Eli La Ma for forsaken man
not only for one but all mankind in the plastic ocean World
that humanity itself alone divides.
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