They've Killed our quest to know
They've Killed our thinking, providing answers before we get to probe.
They keep the best, origin and making away from us.
All we do is receive and assemble. At best we can be called the finisher, don't get me wrong I mean it when I say "FINISHER".
We finish everything, consumption is all we love and know, even those who feign to produce are sadly doing so under the "lord's" license.
My God! We're so spoon fed, little wonder we're getting better only size-ways.
They seem to make life easy, but actually stealing our independence, and replacing it with dependence.
They've made our own seem inferior before our eyes, satisfaction is no longer contained in anything with a "BLACK ROOT".
Sooner or later, I fear we'll abandon our lives for a life glaring as alien.
We've lost so much already, and now on the verge of losing again our independence.
They give us the apple, we hand them our being.
They keep us wanting, we make and hail them as providers.
They know we can do it if only we suffered a little more lack. But they're too smart to dull away, they'll be there providing even right before and beyond our needs.
We used to be satisfied picking our teeth with our home made brooms, until they came to tell us stories about germs, then took away our trees, only to return them as "Toothpicks" sold back to us.
The same freaking technique our ancestors used while washing their linen at the river banks, is the same one they incorporated in metal-plastic, electric driven mechanical boards, hyped, furnished and garnished to be called a "Washing Machine".
It hurts me and it still does that they stole our chance to grow, capitalized on our greed, and stabbed our creativity right on the jugular.
Kudos to the new species of my race coming up with little dozes of secondary inventions (ofcourse the primary materials we still out-source from the "thin-gods". But in the end, my people submit again their creation as the inferior.
They play the Lord so well, its so unfortunate we agreed and still agreeing to play the subject. Perhaps this was preventable, and still can be corrected;
If only we'd/will suffer(ed) a little more lack.
If only we wanted/want it before it was provided.
If only we'll put away some greed and pride the works of our land and hands.
If only we'll have men to spur the giant in us to work. This is no motivation, some of us were born to sound the trumpet, some to beat the drums, and some others were born to 'war'. Only what matters is that in the end the battle is won.
We've given too much, received even more, so much that there's now no room for a "PURPOSE DRIVING LACK"
I've been thinking they're out to kill us, but who knows....Maybe it us who's out to kill ourselves?
......To Be Continued!
Key Words: BLACK ROOT, FINISHER, PURPOSE DRIVING LACK, THEY, LORDS, INNOVATION, CREATIVITY, THINKING, MY PEOPLE, INFERIOR, THIN-gods.
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