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19. A Modern Fairy Tale
Modern life has become
some trippy-ass fairy tale.
With treats and treasures
dropping from the sky
by parachute pails.
We’re taught to squabble
over scraps and envy fame.
Like castaway children in the Hunger Games.*
Society has conditioned us to feel stranded and alone.
Left to make it on our own.
But instead of a tropical island
or mountain forest we…
live at home.
And media polls disclose
we do jobs we loathe
as if we were drones.
But I guess as long as the packages
continue to be delivered to my home.
I’ll just obey the Politicians
spewing injustice from propped up thrones.
Because, since my prosperity
is up to me you see,
I must go along.
I am not free.
So, in that case,
my energy,
shouldn’t be,
given free,
…I should… sell it.
Go out into the world dressed just so and dance.
Casting spells, cashing checks,
wondering if I’ll ever advance.
It is dizzying. Better yet insane,
this separate competing ego’s game.
While corporations literally pay politicians
to keep the game, forever tilted just the same.
Beyond dizzying, it aches my brain.
Oh, what could mankind do!
With a good reframe?
Because I believe in Humanity.
And the latent unity forming You and Me.
I believe We are inter-dependent, utterly, thoroughly.
I believe We will one day see.
that the ride… to Heaven… was driven by We.
*Hunger Games – Suzanne Collins, 2008. Scholastic Press.
Book: "Into The Now", (presale) by Arch Cowan Jones
Website: Intothenow.org
Instagram: IntoTheNowOfficial
Youtube: Into The Now
By Into the Now19. A Modern Fairy Tale
Modern life has become
some trippy-ass fairy tale.
With treats and treasures
dropping from the sky
by parachute pails.
We’re taught to squabble
over scraps and envy fame.
Like castaway children in the Hunger Games.*
Society has conditioned us to feel stranded and alone.
Left to make it on our own.
But instead of a tropical island
or mountain forest we…
live at home.
And media polls disclose
we do jobs we loathe
as if we were drones.
But I guess as long as the packages
continue to be delivered to my home.
I’ll just obey the Politicians
spewing injustice from propped up thrones.
Because, since my prosperity
is up to me you see,
I must go along.
I am not free.
So, in that case,
my energy,
shouldn’t be,
given free,
…I should… sell it.
Go out into the world dressed just so and dance.
Casting spells, cashing checks,
wondering if I’ll ever advance.
It is dizzying. Better yet insane,
this separate competing ego’s game.
While corporations literally pay politicians
to keep the game, forever tilted just the same.
Beyond dizzying, it aches my brain.
Oh, what could mankind do!
With a good reframe?
Because I believe in Humanity.
And the latent unity forming You and Me.
I believe We are inter-dependent, utterly, thoroughly.
I believe We will one day see.
that the ride… to Heaven… was driven by We.
*Hunger Games – Suzanne Collins, 2008. Scholastic Press.
Book: "Into The Now", (presale) by Arch Cowan Jones
Website: Intothenow.org
Instagram: IntoTheNowOfficial
Youtube: Into The Now