There is a way this world is built
That exits in a limbo of oddities.
Mud and sand changed into mortar and bricks
And the people thought it was a revolution,
Never realizing it did not change who they were.
So they can unravel DNA and fly to the moon,
But not understand the human soul.
For the soul has been forgotten,
Replaced with the glittery gems of yonder.
We build our foundations on quicksand
If we do not understand ourselves.
We call this the civilized world
Because we don’t execute in the streets,
But we do far worse by sweeping
Our problems under the rug.
Pretending they do not exist if we can’t see.
And yet, they fester as wounds always do.
And we wonder why we cannot progress faster
When we can’t even help ourselves.