removing the blinkers

who's left to lament the loss of this land      
for we are only thieves      
consumed by our world of make believe      
television screens,scented face creams      
plastic buddhas to morphine's sweet dreams      
it's the law of jungle out here, eat or be eaten      
no place to be honest or sincere, so sell sell sell        
and don't waste my time if you can't watch the bottom line        
so stuff your pockets with as much as you can      
grab that penny from the baby's hand      
       
the blood of the sacred is seeping to our feet      
the law of the land is dismissed as obsolete      
but can't you see you were born free      
remember when you were you and i was me      
not just another consumer television viewer      
not just another worker part time lover      
plastic faces with plastic souls    
are selling us a lie wrapped neatly in a plastic world      
       
you are of the earth the essence of the universe      
a substantial being of infinite purpose      
you are wind the rivers the snowcap mountain      
the scorching desert the luscious  summer rain      
thru you the earth can breathe again