Passengers

Take our shape from those that we love and hate,

Seeds are watered within defining our fate.

Freedom an illusion from the Other

Taming the soul of sister and brother

And so He lights a fire of desire

To lock us in thoughts of what to acquire.

All fools dancing blind to His Piper’s call

One follows one over the cliff we fall

To the abyss of the rapacious few

Who weave dissatisfaction hitherto.

Un-blind yourself , rise up and know His plan,

Reclaim your space every woman and man.

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