Years have gone by
As I sit to repeat these thoughts
Thoughts that seem to gather in my head
Like cumulus clouds appearing heavy and deep
Then dissipating with a breeze
Lifting but sometimes dropping
On my unexpecting head
So here I sit again holding a cup of tea
Safe and warm inside
These thoughts
An expenditure of time
Without consequence of profit or gain
Lazy in a peaceful way
Occupying space without title or anthem
These thoughts
Observing daily, stupidity
Unending routine of rigidity
That makes humans look like insects from above
Greed being taught legitimately
Children fat and culture filled with acidity
Ambition of property and ownership
As if we can own the earth, or the wind or the raindrops…
These thoughts
Have learned not to get angry
At those breaking the News
Selling the seat or holding the Prisoners
They no longer feel impelled to storm like a hurricane
At the lack of questions, the silent capitulation to authority
The buying of business and the manufacturing of consent
Another cup of tea and a glance at the sky
Viewing the earth from another planet
You and I revolving around exchanging positions
Institutionalized dawns
Now a new Public Option
What in the name of profit has gone wrong?
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