Lose the pomp
forget status
& question the point
or destination of career paths,
Don’t be afraid to lose your way
Or fall in order to rise,
Get lost so as to discover
what was described but never experienced;
At the lower ring
one has no need for contracts,
People on the first rung
while scrambling to get a head or foot over
are also made of your same materialism,
Cruising on top of the second ring
According to the direction of the wind it
            will be obvious
to those who float that you are going down
            in time;
In this way we the kind and suffering
make a deal with traders of pointless things
We of the common earth
That we love and have loved;
We the many in spirit
But separated by borders and governments
After we the people of a different future
than one or another plan has organized
we will be like water
Oceans & rivers & lakes & tributaries
Flowing with self-same power:
Let us be for one moment, which is the holy one
that despite any sabotage continues to multiply
Like a virus; however this bug will spread—
It is only reflecting what the majority keeps
while minorities eat the leftovers—
And, while the health of the nation fluctuates
with each overthrow of the power
Each mad grab for the crown,
indubitably one would be at a loss not to
            cultivate such
National Pride; hope gives people the will to
            continue
and Pride gives Will the Power to persist.
Walls still exist and these divisions only
            continue
As long as we define them in
the dead language of Gods.
Don’t take it wrong.
Please don’t read it to your mother.
If it means anything then make it to mean
Something better.