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Ode To Oneness

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We didn't divorce
Not because of irreconcilable differences
Or double standards
It wasn't the bait and switch
or the 7-year itch
Truth is I was never married to it
I was born it's property
Subject to its favoritism
And it's prejudices
I was for this life
You were for that life
I was never married to it
I was randomly given a size
And it never did fit
It worked better
By comparison
But only for a few
Whether you believe it or not
They don't love me
Any more than they love you
They don't seem to love themselves
Or even their own children
They perfected their own survival
And see that the crumbs
That fell from that table
Led to more than we had before
And so believe themselves benefactors
They don't understand it
From where we sit
They've never seen it from here
Nor felt it from the hearts
of those whose resources were tapped
I think they can't imagine
How The Brand Freedom
Became a monkey trap
I can't imagine someone
Somewhere plotting evil
Believing there would be no consequences
That might explain the paranoia
But it doesn't explain their dehumanization
I am not, have not, and will not be married to capitalism
But I am absolutely of 
By And for a people
with educated hearts
And minds
And I stand ready
To participate
A better place
A better way
A civil collective
A man in the mirror reflective
I pledge allegiance
To Gaia Earth
Father Universe
And all their children


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