Rant On Civilization

Sometimes she felt,
That she had become too old for the Earth,
its redundancy too annoying,
Sangsara*,
too tiring,
she was tired,
she wanted rest.
It hurt her deeply to be a part of the world,
since the last millennium,
man had changed
naught but their fashion,
the clothes they wore,,
the way they talked.
Still reigned the slave masters,
Of yestertime,
their power slavery of the mind.
Men still looked down on each other,
not realizing that they were of one sacred hoop.
Destruction
Hate
Dystopia.
You are losing the very thread that makes you special.
Human being,
a creature like no other.
It is a gift to be mundane.
Why can't they realize it ?
A people that all others envy,
they are the chosen ones of the great father spirit.
Blessed with powers incognitable,
yet through their ignorance they dare not see it.
Soulless creatures,
with hate unbinding,
Materialism and Animosity,
their driving forces.
It hurt her heart to see how,
from one plane of existence to another,
everything had changed.
 
- Chai Tea

* Sangsara - cycle of life and death (Buddhism)