Passing of the Spade

Funny how some come to this land smiling-humble and wide-eyed attracted by the lady with gentle flame in her hand. Then while they build their fine home on a pricey piece of land. They start listening to the dregs.. blue cymbals start banging inside their heads. They begin to dig a mind hole for each car they've bought for each fancy pair of shoes. Another spade fills with dirt and deeper in the mind hole they go. Into the darkness of perceived oppression the wide eyes narrow not a hint of humble to be found. Another spade slices deeper stripes of anger and hate replace that once smiling face. From the pulpit through a stained glass window of their fine home to the vanity license plate they bark loudly about oppression. How everything is stacked against them there's a constant riot in their head The mind hole deepens and widens... a place where sunlight has no chance. The real tragedy of it all is they hand the spade over to their children-