At any particular point in a day
we might look around and think
if we just change this or that
our lives would be in sync
with each desire and Nature's way,
but habitually self-entrapped
by narrow belief at extorted cost
to serve the system and meekly adapt
we pay and pay till so much is lost
correcting blunders with errors
so easily and often misunderstood,
patience defers to anger unleashed
as evil whose unmerciful terrors
incur such debts of suffering and blood
this moral collapse must be policed -
when at any new point in time we say
change this or that and we really could....

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