Black World

Pharmaceuticals of black magic
Mixed with botanicals of green
Now known to us as science
But with a missing piece it seems.
Yet these drugs will never cure us
As they do not tackle the cause
And with the axe at the root
The issue will certainly die and not pause.
But that's not what they want for us.
I'm sure we've come a long way
And most doctors do mean well
They just say what they're taught to say.
But I own an old magical book
Which shows all of the spiritual ties
And as far as I can tell
We're all under karma's spell
We need to fix before we die.
But the physical world demands
Their usual pound of flesh.
They cannot line their pockets
If the air we breathe is fresh,
And if pills could cure disease
They would not have a business to run
They could not live in luxury
And use the poor as pawns for fun.
Its a game of chess they are playing
Except there are too many chiefs
And the power hungry create the wars
Because they make money from grief.
The media likes to fearmonger
And I'm sure life is not half as bad.
The world is a stage and life's an illusion
Its the suffering of the children
For whom I feel most sad.
I hope my book is right
That we'll wake up someday
And all those who have suppressed us
Will surely have debt to pay.