Humiliation - Stackridge

How can you stay content?

Around you the world laments

Resources are nearly spent;

Demanding sensation, neglecting the strain

Imagination concealing the pain

How will the race survive?

When passion has been denied?

Disorder has surely thrived

Creating the gurus who lead you astray

Infatuation has no place today

Don’t say that tomorrow can’t wait

You can only debate

On the rightness of being «wholesome»

But nebulous notions contain no depth

When right means left

We fall through the clouds

You talk of expanding the mind

Now thought is refined

And there’s room to explore your freedom

But somewhere inside you a small boy cries

Controlled by lies

Are dreams made of this?

How can we stay content?

Around us the world laments

Resources are nearly spent;

I spoke of forgiveness, my heart full of pride

Humiliation can turn back the tide