They say outside the cave are vivid images of
Oppressed oppressing oppressed
Fools fooling fools and
The rich stealing from the poor.
Skeptical, I asked,
Are these the fruit of early decent labors of respected ancestors?
I took a moment and stepped out of the gilded throne,
Walked along the grass where it hasn’t been raining all along,
Breathed in the lethal gray air,
Swam under the slimy pond and
Took a bite of the drudger’s heavenly food.
Because I would never know
What have we all become
If I don’t lie down
And feel it for myself.
Oh, what have we become,
What have we become.
To believe for a better change is a holy grail I may never reach,
But to keep eyes closed and lie as if oblivious is an unpardonable sin in my moral preach.
Dumbfounded, I let the tears fall
As the sky wrenches under the deadliest thunderstorm
And pray my little paradise becomes a paradise once more.