Turning Poison

Posted by on Sep 17, 2012 in 2012, Choken Word

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

He who can destroy a thing, can control a thing


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