Friday, November 1, 2013

The Kali Warrior


Another drunk conquistador wanders the slippery slopes of the third dimension. The wide expanse of earth is nothing short of exploited resources, poisoned water, and contaminated food. The common folk have become sterile, lethargic, and sedated. No longer can one expect truth to stand up to reason. Dialectics and rhetoric have become the tools of the weak, forced upon innocents by minds obscured by power. The people have become deluded by the darkness, they succumb to dependence and fear and have lost the knowledge of their higher selves. They live under a spell, put upon them by the few who govern, supervise, and guide them. It seems they are as powerless as a flock of sheep against an army of one thousand machines.  [There is great disparity between the Have’s and Have Not’s, and revolution is but a shade away from disaster] Only amidst the trees can one hide from the eyes in the sky or the helicopters at night. Only with great danger can one escape the fascist vigilance and bureaucracy. Their penetrating control grows with the people's consent under the disguise of protection.
The Conquistador beckons their attention.
"With great relief...” [He] speaks, “It seems to me the digression of mankind in this age is a veiled blessing."

To Be Continued...