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we sold everything

the peace that was meant to end war

we sold it for something cheap and nasty

which didnt last

and gave up ideas of peace

holding our cheap trinklet in the middle of the night

to keep us comforted as the black blanket

of night approached

so we are busy distracting ourselves

trying to decide which product on the shelf

one should choose.

i dont know. i dont know.

its all too much.



i stare at the man looking down at a book

its on the bargain table

a woman spreading her legs

somehow this is meant to be empowering

i dont feel empowered



respect and love for the woman and her womb

because she is mother earth

in the past raped

now she wants some respect. some recognition

that her job is just as important as any robot function coporate whirlwind

but instead they gave her a corporate nametag

and she gets to stand next to men

and she still gets raped

behind the scenes



we sold everything

the love

in exchange for temporary physical comfort

to stop us feeling the crushing lonliness of reality

crashing down on our heads

but we dont see its been pushed off the ledge

and that its above us

hurtling

towards our heads

smashing us into the ground

trampled. used. abused.



we sold everything

images for teenages to use as mirrors

to establish an identity saturated in selling power

so they are cutting themselves with the glass from the mirrors

because its the done thing

and they feel empty

but so full. on too too much.



throwing up in the gutters

flowers growing through the cracks

burnt by acid bile



teenagers lay on speakers

just to feel some sort of vibration

of a world long gone

they know nothing else

mass produced poison sold

because we know the end is coming

we dont want to be alive when it comes

cant bare to see. cant bare to look.

got our hands over our eyes

we dont want to see what is truly in front of us.



we sold everything

the innocence

its lost and leaking down the gutters

its a tidal wave of tears

come to drown the world

to disconnect us from what is real

we wouldnt even know it if we past it in the street



so now even the peace, the love, the soul

is sold

but dont be fooled

because its not really the peace the love or the soul

weve been fooled

but we gotta believe

that there is a heaven some place

where its gone

& that it has been kept safe

and sheltered in its original pure state

unmassproduced

out of the way of a million grabbing hands.

& unlabelled

so it cant be pinned down.



that it has flown away

from all of this