It just all seems so logical and sensible inside this flawed
dream we collectively weave
that’s why we need cluster bombs, land mines, new nukes and
more chemical weapons
It’s all here before us in living breathing color every
month of our maxed-out credit card lives
There are drugs for those who imagine that all this is crazy
and can’t really last much longer
We waste and pollute, overcrowd and degrade, extract, poison
and extinguish
For this we have rock solid reasoning layered on seamless
and unassailable assumptions
From one bit of faith flows our vast river of
well-constructed and inescapable dogma
Thusly can we ignore ancient wisdom and our starving
brothers in an angry, righteous blindness
Bathed in a warm sea of religion, patriotism and family
values we move about with ease
We readily expect third world sacrifice on behalf of our
dreamy convenience
Groping sleepily with the blind hand of the free market in
pursuit of individual happiness
We gladly pay more for disappearing resources which
guarantees their final exploitation
The lights work and the water runs and the garbage gets
hauled off somewhere every week
Verily do we perceive the unending natural cycle of our
inalienable consumer lifestyle
There’s nothing out of context and the wackos are sensibly
and seamlessly ignored
Our own professionals in neat suits have organized agendas
tracking everything important
We readily explain away anything which disturbs the
consistency of the revered central images
Thus, the multi-generational poverty and suffering of others
is thoughtlessly tolerated
Just a couple of small basic distortions have increasingly
warped our derived beliefs
And fat people drive oversize cars way too fast, wasting and
emitting and calling it good
With but a subtle bending to enlightened self-interest and
the pursuit of our happiness
We appoint the greediest, most amoral and self-serving as
the masters of our universe
It just makes common sense in the dream which immerses
everyone, all of the time
Together we direct all our efforts towards the foolish
pipedream of eternal compound growth
It seems normal to live beyond our means, never save a
penny, and still expect pensions
Nobody even questions shoving all the other life forms aside
to abet our so-called progress
Our only true issues arise when we cannot obtain all the
rich rewards of the collective fantasy
But even then, the shared dream in which we pursue these
shiny baubles cannot be distorted
Yet, it takes a moment to ignore the rolled back, widened
eyes seen often in the departing
It
is as if, too late, they are roused from our dream to some nightmare that we
will never see
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