Free-Doom

We are so bone weary tired.

Caged in unnatural grids,

subconsciously we long for the days we rose with the Sun

living in commune with nature.

Now, we fight scrimp and save,

stealing from Peter, to pay Paul

for the "liberty"

to live in concrete boxes 

surrounded by filth, noise. and commercial intrigues.

We've lost our peace with Peace,

cannibalizing each other as we've been taught to.

Our outrage and dissatisfactions manhandled and misdirected.

Our feet no longer caress the Mother.

Our eyes no longer look to the stars in awe,

but envy,

for the freedom we perceive in their lofty solitude.

We don't see space as cold and unforgiving.

We sense its infinite near perfect silence

free from the chaos of man.

As the heavens taunt us with what we've forgotten,

what we've sacrificed,

what we've lost,

indoctrinated to mistake "Free-Doom" for "Freedom",

 Angels "shake their heads" equally confused

at what we've done with our gifts.