One globe.
A finite quantity of energy producing substances,
Small imaginations,
Huge demands.
The race for supremacy and power,
Led by world leaders that are just plain insane.
What is our hope?
Sane people don't want to lead.
Nutcake leaders rarely bleed.
Is there anyone with power left to plant a sane seed?
I know that you are perplexed, too.
We all poke through our days,
Numbly drifting in a deluded daze,
Creating and breathing more toxic haze,
We are overwhelmed by the questions we raise.
Too scared, too tired, and malnourished at the end of each day.
We sit in front of our TVs and do nothing to save ourselves.
Most don't even bother to vote.
Some may write a blog here and there or
Drop a malcontent editor letter if we dare
Knowing they can be used by the NSC and/or CIA to ensnare.
But, in fact, most of us are too sad to act
And, sadly, too tired to care.
Like fly paper victims, we are caught in this global snare.