The Cape of Good Hope
Far away on distant horizons, lies the world that we want to see,
It is true that we are blessed, but do you think we are truly free?
Those who have fought and died, would certainly hope that's true,
the past has seen masters and slaves, surely it's not me and you.
Great societies are built on the backs, of slaves by another name,
who work their entire lives for the nothing, with which they came.
The great models of human existence, found on the drawing board,
are ordered by men with great egos, who want to be called my lord.
The treatises of our modern world, are but the foundations of evil,
the reason that the prophecies predict, the coming great upheaval,
each day the setting of the sun, paints a canvas on a western sky,
to be for us a glimpse into that world, where the soul learns to fly.
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