AGE of ASININITY

AGE of ASININITY Although we still think life's a blast The Age of Entertainment passed. The Age of Asininity Is where we find Humanity. We've given 'Mother' such abuse It seems we think she is no use. She cries alone with no effect To warn us all of our neglect. Some tears no longer reach the ground; Thus there's less water to be found. We cut her trees which let us breathe; And toxins in her soil we leave. Pollution we dump in the sea Creates huge zones where life can't be. Where life could be not much is seen; Without a thought we've stripped it clean. Our poisons also fill the air At rates that show we do not care. Still offspring we give her to feed Like she'll continue to succeed. While risks of global warming rise As CO2 clouds fill the skies We put Economy ahead Of forecasts that will leave us dead. It's asinine for us to place Life on this Economic base So life success and failure rides On what Economy decides. One billion of us fail life's test. While ninety million pad a nest. The rest of us "fight tooth and nail" To get ahead so we'll prevail Despite the fact that at our end The cash we save we cannot spend. Consider all the ways we try In vain to answer "Why am I?" It matters not which ways we choose They all oppose thus life we lose. Some try on paths that are well trod To fill the void with given 'God', While others say, "I live to prove Belief in God we should remove." To keep minds occupied we trust Philosophies of men now dust; We spend on stuff without a pause ; Seek information just because; At jobs, careers we work to death; We eat until we can't get breath; For love and family we search; Look for a peak on which to perch; With drugs and booze we bend our mind; Take all the sex that we can find; And when we still find no relief We fight, defending our belief. This way creates so many fights In our defense of "human rights" That if I have to make the call, Are the most asinine of all. To think we actually believe Demanding our own 'rights' won't leave Humanity in such knots tied Just leaves me very mystified. Democracy gives us the choice To use our "I'm right, you're wrong" voice. Self-rightness is the only tool By which the many parties rule. All sides have armies to be sure Their "rights" and "values" are secure. But what is right in killing for Philosophies that we adore? We're nuts to think that we are right To love all those who join our fight And think as well that it's ok To hate those who don't go our way. While this corrupted thought remains It will continue to cause stains From bloody fights that will persist Until we all cease to exist. Indeed we're truly asinine To think our way of life is fine; That though there's lots to fight about, If we sit tight life will work out. We're in a race that time might win. Who knows if losing is a sin? There is no way that we can tell. My guess is though it will be hell Unless our thoughts we rearrange To make this necessary change: Each individual must thrive To have Humanity survive. Beliefs we have but just cause strife We must take from the void in life, For tries to fill this emptiness Are making our life meaningless. The empty void is the ideal. Its drag we will no longer feel. We'll soar as if on "eagle's wings". "Reach out..." to where our spirit 'sings'. "Ideal life" is most challenging; But if we all the same 'song' sing With our unique capacity, This way of 'God' gives liberty! I wonder, will we turn the page; Or will this be our Final Age?

AGE of ASININITY

Although we still think life's a blast

The Age of Entertainment passed.

The Age of Asininity 

Is where we find Humanity.

We've given 'Mother' such abuse

It seems we think she is no use.

She cries alone with no effect

To warn us all of our neglect.

Some tears no longer reach the ground;

Thus there's less water to be found.

We cut her trees which let us breathe;

And toxins in her soil we leave.

Pollution we dump in the sea

Creates huge zones where life can't be.

Where life could be not much is seen;

Without a thought we've stripped it clean.

Our poisons also fill the air

At rates that show we do not care.

Still offspring we give her to feed

Like she'll continue to succeed.

While risks of global warming rise

As CO2 clouds fill the skies

We put Economy ahead

Of forecasts that will leave us dead.

It's asinine for us to place

Life on this Economic base

So life success and failure rides

On what Economy decides.

One billion of us fail life's test.

While ninety million pad a nest.

The rest of us "fight tooth and nail"

To get ahead so we'll prevail

Despite the fact that at our end

The cash we save we cannot spend.

Consider all the ways we try

In vain to answer "Why am I?"

It matters not which ways we choose

They all oppose thus life we lose.

Some try on paths that are well trod

To fill the void with given 'God',

While others say, "I live to prove

Belief in God we should remove."

To keep minds occupied we trust

Philosophies of men now dust;

We spend on stuff without a pause ;

Seek information just because;

At jobs, careers we work to death;

We eat until we can't get breath;

For love and family we search;

Look for a peak on which to perch;

With drugs and booze we bend our mind;

Take all the sex that we can find;

And when we still find no relief

We fight, defending our belief.

This way creates so many fights

In our defense of "human rights"

That if I have to make the call,

Are the most asinine of all.

To think we actually believe

Demanding our own 'rights' won't leave

Humanity in such knots tied

Just leaves me very mystified.

Democracy gives us the choice

To use our "I'm right, you're wrong" voice.

Self-rightness is the only tool

By which the many parties rule.

All sides have armies to be sure

Their "rights" and "values" are secure.

But what is right in killing for

Philosophies that we adore?

We're nuts to think that we are right

To love all those who join our fight

And think as well that it's ok

To hate those who don't go our way.

While this corrupted thought remains

It will continue to cause stains

From bloody fights that will persist

Until we all cease to exist.

Indeed we're truly asinine

To think our way of life is fine;

That though there's lots to fight about,

If we sit tight life will work out.

We're in a race that time might win.

Who knows if losing is a sin?

There is no way that we can tell.

My guess is though it will be hell

Unless our thoughts we rearrange 

To make this necessary change:

Each individual must thrive

To have Humanity survive.

Beliefs we have but just cause strife

We must take from the void in life,

For tries to fill this emptiness

Are making our life meaningless.

The empty void is the ideal.

Its drag we will no longer feel.

We'll soar as if on "eagle's wings".

"Reach out..." to where our spirit 'sings'.

"Ideal life" is most challenging;

But if we all the same 'song' sing

With our unique capacity,

This way of 'God' gives liberty!

I wonder, will we turn the page;

Or will this be our Final Age?