Laws weren’t handed down from ancient Aramaic or Sanskrit languages. No sacred scriptures or divine intervention by Christian bearers of a holy covenant. Nor pagan ceremonies of human sacrifice passed down by a higher authority, many claim as the word of God, no hand of gods authored a book written by mortals. Ancient texts are unnecessary and false. Language flows through time into the words, forms, and sentence structures we know today. Senseless noises made from grunts and groans evolved into coherent, polite conversation.
Nowadays, nothing makes sense. We’re making sounds with our mouths opening and closing, but the words sound like gibberish. Just listen to supposed leaders who dictate what we do and where we should do it. Hypocrisy and stupidity has reached a new low. And no one hears the screams and wailing of the abandoned. Nobody sees the carnage.
The high lonesome of a low country's worthless trinkets. Embracing technology that makes humanity obsolete. Coveting the ideals of backward thinking and embracing the hatred of others who aren’t like you. The final solution of sticks, stones, and broken bones. This land was never your land or my land. A spectacular nightmare of excess debauchery. Sick-minded, mean-spirited men who hide behind a flag and a crucifix know the score.
Across the vast expanse, freedom's toll, revolutionary powers run amok along the rocky Atlantic shores where it all began. They didn’t come in peace. American know-how gone berserk. The genocide of entire cultures of civilizations built here on their lands long before we arrived. Because of this fact, systemic crimes laid bare by criminals of naked, unapologetic corruption. An overwhelming greed overtook the entire country. The gold rush was a symptom. A selfishness so great, it brings the undoing of the world. Set ablaze with lies in the name of progress and the pursuit of the American dream. It must be a dream.
Making it all seem great again for those who pull the strings, the triggers, and the plugs. Under the false flag of democracy, behind a guise of what’s best, so they tell the multitudes. The center will not hold as putrid blood flows from unraveled guts, guns, God, and misguided glory. A not-so-great nation torn asunder by sheer stupidity. The dark rule of a handful of billionaires signifies our future doom.
Play the game, ante up, and raise you two holy cards and a plastic bead rosary. Like abracadabra, now you see it, now you don’t. From the mystics of the Aramaic and Hebrew traditions. Its root was originally Avra Kehdabra, which translates to create with words. Or to heal with charms, amulets, incantations, and double-talk. Reason or meaning has nothing to do with anything. No alchemy here, only the language of forming ideas through dialogue using specific words to describe spirituality. The soul, if you believe in it, your chakras to higher awareness. The ancient Hindu symbol of the swastika stands for powerful energy forces that surround the body, earth, and universe. Swirling in a vortex of light and sound waves. Anywhere there’s light, you’ll find the darkness. You need the light to shine through.
That old yin and yang black magic that we do so well. The first Nazis were so unoriginal. They copied the Roman Empire and threw in some esoteric Hindu mythology, and a fascist regime was born. It was a good formula to dupe the rubes into believing they were the true master race of superheroes. It doesn’t take much to fascinate the slack-jawed, drooling gawkers who follow their noses directly to the butt of a bad joke. Except they don’t get it. It’s not funny anyway. A reality TV show host pretends to know what he’s doing with a bankrupt country. The agenda of two-time losers in a history of violent overthrows and destruction from within is back for another encore. They will not stop until they drop the last word hammer, abracadabra, on freedom. They will never give up the ghosts of their own failures and defeat. They can’t win fair and square. They’ll lose. We will still be around to pick up the pieces and clean up their stinking mess. The punchline: keep it clean and it won’t get dirty.