
Buddha Bubbles
Date: Sunday, 19th March 2017 @ 05:35:02 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: invierno
Cheers, undulations, hearty high fives,
hoisters of ale,
no minds beyond the next completed pass,
hit,
win,
goal.
purchasing wholesale the ball of wax
rolled by the few for the many
from gladiators to Nascar.
Same goal, different games.
Aka.- distraction
Don’t read
think
notice
question
why there are
wars
taxes
chem-trails
.004% with 12.8% of global wealth
trillionaires and starving babies
Central Banks.
No owners only renters on every square foot of land.
Why are we calm?
Poison land
air
water
food
everywhere we step
breathe
sleep
eat.
Everything, day to night.
But, here we are, little Buddhas;
You read.
I write.
But then, those .004% have always known
there is not one warrior from us billions
to quid pro quo the fight.
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