Visions of my ancestors have tried to pull be back.
They try to talk to me into living their methods.. the ones that are bringing their extinction.
They live close together colored in poverty and sludge.
They have no ears for renovation or evolution.. and no desire to be helped.
Only knowing of parasitic strategies, aggression, and control.
Like a long stick with an over-sized head; they brood over their righteousness..
They spiral slowly into the black hole, arguing.. and arguing…. yet no one is listening.
(c) Jennifer Lee, The Voice Of The Wounded Soul
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