Open sentence.

 It's hard to find the words 

To do justice on our current timeline

As we walk that fine line

Either the bomb the spaceman or the red throngs

Coming to ruin these fragile lives

Now they say get ready

Na it's alright mate

We'll keep our sons alive 

Everything unfolding has me almost holding 

My hands over my ears and a blindfold on my eyes

It's like something's different 

Can't quite put fingers on it

But something just ain't right

See, we drill oil from the oceans

Near

But by it from the WORLD 

That just queer

It almost feels deliberately structured

To keep us paying

Despite the bonus

Through the nose

If they can tax the water

We better be careful

They might choose air 

Food comes to us through payments made

Now folks need free food

Despite working all of the days

A few hours more

Maybe we'll have cake

Business and bureaucratic society

Take

All of our 'fortune'

Unless you are wealthy and economically stealthy

At least in this place 

It's easy to stay healthy

Our national treasure

Under constant pressure

Millennia ago

We knew how to be human

Hunting and foraging 

Early farming

Then someone decided to sell some fish 

Stored in salt

It wasn't his fault

He was only trying feed himself

Even though he was fatter than

The others in the clan

This tendency to purchase goods

To get your tool and all the other needs

Results in evolving into lazy people 

Could I sit and make a needle, peel a buffalo

Make my shoes

Use a rock to build my shed.

Capitalist ideologies developed 

Deep in histories

Because someone

Always wants more

Now

Penny pinching mothers watch with envy

Bourne of the necessity they bear

For children not being empty

An extra blanket

A warmer coat

Sturdy footwear

Getting harder to produce

So creditors offer

And families bite

Because they Needed more money 

Until Friday night

We are haphazardly bred

Into human open prisons

All over the planet

Except in odd corners

You're not free

As neither am I

All beholding

To a delusion

That staying locked in this matrix

Is the only option

What if we all did as ancient folks did

Drop the armour

Drop the whip

Drop the weapon

Drop the streets

Drop the house

Drop the Job 

 We could all get together

And

Simply move out

Put a suture on top of what's left of the sapien

Take him away to open the cage he's in

Maybe we can save him

Into a place where people are sovereign

Under the heavens

Free and responsible

The rich or the poor

All the same

But

Some humans always look for someone to blame.

Before we knew it 

It will be pretty much the same

Round and round and it goes

Will it ever end

No

No

It won't 

AGL