Turning Poison
The same problems persist
On distant planets
Humans fight
For water
For freedom
Against being occupied
If man survives the desert
He can survive anything
Recycling ones moisture to drink
Reclaiming the dead’s blood to thank
The passing of a free man
So that nothing is wasted
There is no peace
Light years away from where you sit
Religion is used as a weapon
To invent a savior and build allies
Messiah mythology a seed
Planet to planet it grows and breeds
Find what a people need
That spice is life and life is death
Traded and harvested
Empires built and digested
For each world has its oil
A commodity worth dying for
Poisons will seek out its keeper
If one can turn poison
Make it into a wine of celebration
Enlighten the people it touches
Control the jihad of the mind
There is no need for battle for
