MOTHER CULTURE:
You’re on the march.
And life is great.
You are enfolded
In the gentle arms of Fate.
You are adept.
You are evolved.
You should take pride
In all the challenges you’ve solved.
You rule the land.
You rule the seas.
You rule the skies.
Your realms expand.
You cure disease.
And you are wise.
And life is grand.
You live in ease.
Your spirits rise.
And you have
Microwaves.
Minivans.
Central air.
Pay-Per-View.
Trendy clothes.
DVDs.
Picture phones.
Internet.
And it’s your right.
The world is yours.
Keep on marching . . .
*********************************
You’re on the march.
‘Though life is hard.
You’re not so happy
With your fate in this regard.
It’s out of hand.
It’s gone berserk.
You feel exhausted
From how hard you’ve had to work.
You feel unsure.
You feel worn out.
You feel depressed.
But you endure.
You go without.
And you are stressed.
And life is poor.
You live in doubt.
You do your best.
But you have
Homelessness.
Poverty.
Child abuse.
Suicide.
Prejudice.
Bigotry.
Violence.
Loneliness.
It’s not your fault.
You’re simply flawed.
Just keep marching . . .
*********************************
Humans are great.
But if you were better,
Things would be fine.
But don’t blame yourselves.
Original sin
Explains the decline.
It’s like you’ve been cursed.
But nevertheless,
Your chronicles shine.
Remember how far you’ve come . . .
It’s only been
Ten-thousand years
That humans have thrived.
Reaching your destiny.
Living like gods.
For longer than
Three million years,
You barely survived.
Living like animals.
Fighting the odds.
Searching for food.
Hunting with spears.
Living in clans.
For three million years . . .
*********************************
You’ve stopped your march
To wonder how
Things fell apart so fast.
And what could you do now?
But never mind.
You know the way.
You’ve gotten through before,
And you’ll be fine today!
Don’t be distressed
About the lift-
Ing of a curse.
To be obsessed
About “What If?”
Would be perverse.
You know what’s best,
So clearly, diff-
‘Rent would be worse.
Who’d give up
Microwaves?
Minivans?
Picture phones?
Unhappy? How ‘bout
Facial creams?
Hair implants?
Tummy tucks?
Not working? How ‘bout
Adderall?
Lipitor?
Lexapro?
Methadone?
You’ll be all right.
Go spread the word.
And . . .
Keep marching . . .
