Ubi, What If I'M Missing the Necessary Solve It, Opportunity For Statues Long Version
On this UBI's Day, May 1st, to observe the greatest socioeconomic concept ever conceived.
UBI, what if I'm missing the necessary.
Solve it, opportunity for statues.
Long version
This statue down there,
across me, don't know
what hunger is
and what's to be needy.
No needy left a statue,
at the most became a saint,
what didn't have is
reverse inspiration.
You can't have all you want,
but not having all you need
it's a pity for human race,
it's plenty's AI auto era,
metal bodies, arms and fingers
point on me: have what you need,
not having, it's not allowed.
Don't expect a man plant
with stems and branches
growing grains, fruits and juices,
device the equivalent,
rise to the heights of your creator,
you wasn't made out of misery
unworthy economic being,
make them a gift,
and have them as gift,
life's gift, for piece of mind
and fulfillment, effortlessly,
with our society's work only.
Solve it.
Become a worthy human statue.
Your cells drive your needs,
beating your logic to
rush run hurry push,
that's need's scare,
ask your god why, get the answer,
and bring it down to earth.
Say it all to the tall powers
to whom earth belongs to:
millennia shaped me and
great minds civilized me,
but still You have me wonder on
The Bad Old, Aeonian Question,
What If,
what if I'm missing the necessary,
now that there is plenty
of everything around,
and without our nature's holdings too,
which you pretend you guard.
It is then, that I and we, give in,
the smallest boats
in deep wavy seas.
Other species await in you,
without sorrow questions
thus without negative feelings,
freer about its wellbeing.
Who objects to this,
forces of petty power up there
must do what's needed,
those next to you but far,
powers abstract
and really unknown,
like the sky.
What's sky,
where is the substance,
always as far as started going to it,
far, there, where it meets the earth,
even going up yourself
to the tall mountain,
makes sky and earth
look further apart.
Who are they, that stop me,
can't really see them,
I'm changing them
and they remain the same.
Solve It.
No more.
Rebirth of the human kind.
A new human being may emerge,
to live life as was meant to be,
effortlessly, with society's work.only.
I had a dream once,
a dream unheard,
but didn't know
that a lot of people had.
"A Basic Income is an income unconditionally granted to all on an individual basis, without means test or work requirement"
Copyright © Faysunkle Fay's Unkle | Year Posted 2018
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