Golden age upon us
Sold like a golden ticket
Who's the winner of the prize
The people or the crickets
Greed is such a sneaky trap
Makes you want it all
Oompa loompa's
Golden geese
Whatever big or small
There is truth and there is farce
With so much hype to spark
Hard to tell the difference
Is it light or is it dark
Not negative Nelly
A positive Polly
Who prefers to witness
Remaining jolly
Watching the folly
Arms up in resistance
An optimist realist
Looking to the sky
While seeking within
Regardless the weather
Tsunami can sever
Remember how to swim
All hands on deck
Boats are rockin
Soldiers on guard
Glocks are clockin
On horses high
Hips that swagger
Erected knees
Sharpened daggers
If you don't follow
What they preach
Whether living in mansions
Or on the streets
All are prey
Any believers
Universe and stars
Holy conceivers
Goes beyond belief
But believe you me
They do not care
How you find relief
Lost in translation
Doom and gloom
It has been written
The author is whom
Religion is not a godly thing
Man createth to control everything
Too much dogma will drag you down
Into the ground not to be found
Stay uplifted
Keep it light
There's a battle
For ones life
Seeds that are sown
In bed of weeds
Will come up dry
Nothing to feed
Seeds that are sown
In bed of grass
Food to preserve
Enough to stash
Eat from branches
That nurture and heal
Protect yourself
Intuition and feel
Thoughts are real
Create and destroy
Grow your own
Or be their toy
There is a ploy
What else is new
Be good do good
What else to do
Stay smart be wise
With open eyes
Stop feeding the beast
That wants the prize
Be as it may
Truth never sways
It really just is
And will convey
God is Creator
Til the sweet end
No one knows when
Time for making amends 🙏🏼