The Road
Why do we think… me, me, and me?
Why can’t we even try to see?
Don’t we know it’s all about we?
First we should tend the sick and dying.
Then we need feed the starving and poor.
It’s really not about who can have more.
Truly… it’s about all safe ashore.
If, like all structure, society is built bottom to top.
Then all can drink the bountiful cup.
Life’s ocean is truly tempest tost.
We need to seek that the fewest are lost.
We are all in jail in the land of the free.
Even though we aren’t under lock and key.
We are imprisoned more, a little each day.
Surely that’s how they insure their pay.
We were handed our books for us to see.
The way our God says it’s supposed to be
Remember if the foundation crumbles
All above it soon tumbles…100% throughout history.
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