How can I fix the world, when I cannot fix myself
Like shards of a broken potters vase stranded on a shelf
Broken
That's what is in our minds and hearts
Unspoken
When will be gather the broken parts
Looking at one another via telescopes as if we are distant spheres
Yet truly we only at arm's length separated by our fears
Alone
Because there's safety from the sun
Without a home
Because we have yet to find someone
Ravenous is a controlling mind consuming data analyzers
A soulless cybernetic super state of evil advisors
Hierarchy
Yet within a system in which nothing can fill their void
A load of malarkey
Hoping to spread their disease and become paranoid
If like L Ron, they create a myth they believe just for lust and greed
For their idea of sacrifice is to sit on high and watch us bleed
We can communicate in this space, but it is up to us to be the override
We must join together to destroy their plans, and to end their pride
Until we gather we are broken, by their conquering by our division
Yet only we can take the road to the choice; it is all our decision
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem