The curse

Cursed it seems to walk this Earth
Reciting poetry, stories and verse,
In a hope that the message will get through
About love, peace, kindness and unyielding truth,
But a curse it is as too few choose to hear
Too few have an open mind and ear
So frustration boils from within
But still he can do nothing
But keep going
Warning of dangers to humanity and Earth
Time and again he feels the dearth
Of people listening or caring at all
Will not hear about how humanity could fall
Off of the precipice it teeters on
Can not see all of it’s blatant wrongs
Too filled with a superior complex about self
And self indulged with accumulating wealth
And though the words of the poems, stories and verses
Try to awaken the consciousness
He knows what the curse is
It’s a futile endeavour in a world full of sheep
Happy to follow anyone who rises up to lead
And offer them riches, offer them gold
In return for selling their soul
By allowing domestication and indoctrination
To conquer their being heart, mind and soul
So they are like the walking dead
Just going through the motions
Lacking positive but increasing negitive emotions
But on and on he spreads the message all the same
In a hope that one day it will bring about change
And a paradigm shift may soon occur
And humanity can focus on healing it’s self and the Earth
And in that moment it would have broken the curse
And the poems, stories and all of the verses
Will focus on how we can transcend
And become enlightened
Because the world is no longer full of people who live in fear
And just too frightened
To oppose this who domesticated and oppress
But we are a world away from it yet.