You Are The Fuel They Seek

You don’t want to know what’s in your water.
You’d be perplexed what is sprayed in your air.
The toxins in the soil and seeds oughta
be outlawed. Greed is a dirty affair.

We are slaves in a yoke of entrainment,
our perception of real in disarray
like a jinx our beliefs are containment
we may resist, they persist, led astray

in the rush frantic strive for survival
too busy to eat well, to breathe, we swing
from a stake unresourced. Our revival
comes outside of time, unrestrained wellspring

the deep inner knowing we touch in dreams
and moments of now found under green trees
a calling bird a falling star sun’s beam
we realize our energy is free

Inspired by: Perplexed, Disarray, Swing and Jinx.

Featured image: The sudden swirl of mystery under a tree as the sunlight opens now.

And yes, I made up a word. Unresourced is when all your natural resources are hidden from you by beliefs imposed by an oppressive system. So of course you won’t find such a thought-provoking word in the dictionary that exact system writes!