This is not the Ten o’clock news.
This is the truth. You people never fell
From a mythic state of grace. Cain
Your father was a killer, who started off this race,
And his blood is thumping through your veins
A fact you can’t escape. Because
Your brain got bigger when with bones
You learnt to kill – first the animals on the plain
And then over the hill your neighbour tribes you laid
To waste, and so you’ve formed this state, which
Keeps the earth revolving inside a world of hate.
Yes, your world’s a weapons factory
Thriving through the slump. You people dull as metal
Cringing from the crunch.
.
If you wonder WHY you’re shallow, and WHY you can not feel
This planet is ONE BEING, and humanity its fool
Who’s split himself in two, as cell against cell,
It’s ’cause you’ve overlooked
What’s happening to your soul.
.
Off course, it’s being eaten at the bottom of the fault.
Devoured by that dragon, fed on privilege of course.
That well spoken dragon; the image of brute force.
.
.
Yes deep inside the dragon who’s proud of his dead mind,
You’re turning out distractions to cover up the lie.
Ideals are distraction, if your life’s gone down the drain.
Disarmament’s distraction, to cover up the pain
Of being who you are –a killer to the core,
Territorially possessive
A junkie hooked on war. But
.
I’m not saying you’ve no purpose
Since weapons are your LORD
Technological advancement
Of course, must be ensured. (Though robots are advancing
Across your weapons board). So
.
If humanity’s divided and still composed of tribes;
Disarmament’s distraction, to fog the great divide
Between the man you say you are
And who you are inside;
A weapon wielding KILLER
Who never was man-KIND.
Neil Oram