A Poem By: Jordan Simmons
In this world things are not what they seem in the land of
mystery, the land of Babylon, in the land of the west.
The perception of reality is spiraling towards salvation,
drifting further and further away, deeper into the illusion.
The elements of society guiding the righteous spirit into a
dark place of solitude and making the human identity faceless, nameless, all in
the pursuit of happiness, or is it money.
Every time the body awakes and feet hit the ground the
motivation seems to be the all mighty dollar.
The reason we breathe, eat, live, and think the way we do or
at least it seems that way.
The spirit of God in us all cries for peace and love, but
the illusion of the world, blinds the spirit and the cause.
We breathe the breath of one God, we live for the glory of
one God, and we are supposed to do his work, sacrificing the success of the
individual for the salvation of the multitude.
The fallibility of the American dream has its hands on our
necks and is strangling the life from our very spirits.
Here is Horace Andy singing "Root of All Evil"
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