Back To Unity

Too sick to offer a soldier a hand?
hold ya responsible for the stricken lands
and economies while the lobotomies spread
the dead kept in piles while we file our taxes
relaxants and barbituates are constituates
for the maximum passive
cuz opium is the opium of the masses
they try and rope me in to ignore the Sunday School classes,
cuz it clashes with unrestrained freedom
but i maintain we need Him
or Her, Ma'am or Sir, and defer
to the ancients who may yet
offer some wisdom, but don't get stuck in their prison,
listen, we need to refine and realign their morality,
cuz mortality is disgracingly faced in Africa as hunger,
while we unhesitatingly debase the traffic at our corner they mourn their younger sibling,
slain by our snivelling apathy,
and you laugh at me and my gastly
straight forward hate toward
exploitation in violation
of the treaty between the Creator and creature
we're the preators of Pretoria
the story of redemption is a priority,
the tension is more when u ignore the seniority,
of the ancient tribes whose lives are tied intrinisically
musically to the tide of time and sacred space,
but makes red the face
of the multi-billionaire,
who cares not about the hill over there
and its six thousand years of contribution to the archetypes;
and as he sticks down the pounds this artist types: 
RETRIBUTION.