Calculated

Calculated 7/30/2014

Sometimes I stare off into space

Bewildered and speechless

But others times I am focused

And really try to care. 

Some people are wired differently

And some people

Only want to win

Sacrificing everything

For just a few points more. 

I have been angry

But today I am just tired

Because what point is it?

To be offended

When it is all

Just dumb and sad. 

There is always a price to pay

Especially if you care

And the good will always be sacrificed

Over and over again. 

Unspoken rituals

Amuse the powerful

And the wealthy,

But for the average man

It is all work and toil. 

We are the hostages

And expendable pawns

Suicidally offered

In a game of chicken.

Valuable only as consumers

Or subjects. 

We are manipulated and guided 

Weighed and guided 

Cradle to the grave.  

 

Thinking people

Are their enemy

And all philosophy

They abhor.

Power and control

Are the obsessions

Of the weak

As they seek to become god

And engineer death.

Scrambling behind closed doors

And manufacturing memes

Anything to distract

And persuade.

No lie is to absurd

And no stone is left unturned

As they seek to deny the truth

And overwhelm the good. 

But knowledge survives

And rebellion burns

In the hearts of those who love

Freedom, discovery, and truth.  

It is the fear

We must each conquer

Because no battle can be won

If it cannot be declared.     

The romance maybe gone

But for those with imagination

There will always be a future

Alive with dreams. 

The search goes on 

And the battle is joined
Each and every day
We try.