Divided Nations
At the brink of ecological collapse
Everyone’s in it, just for the grabs:
But what if there was more?
Uniting humanity at it‘s core.
What others call God,
I see as source,
And it doesn’t compute,
On destructive brute force.
But in order to see,
One must be free,
And find the courage,
To simply be:
At peace, in love, in eternal flow,
Observing how everyone is struggling to grow.
When was the last time, when everything you witnessed was doing just fine?
No goals to persue, no battles to fight.
Just vibing with nature and feeling alright.
But instead of feeling and being and loving the fear,
my people decide to drown it in beer.
Then some sow hate towards those they deem queer,
and I ask myself:
Why am I even here?
Why do people like beer?
And what the fuck is wrong with being queer?
Keep building bridges,
But also feel the desire,
To burn down what is,
While playing with fire.
One thing however,
I do know for sure:
Do not trust their powerful allure!
Verifying yourself is not really funny,
you might end up like me,
a naively wise bunny,
who is willing to believe,
in a border- and permissionless world,
built on consensus money.
