Caught Between
Between the profits and the greed,
Between the money and the seed,
Between the madness and the war,
Between the illness and the sore,
There’s no room.
Between the pillar and the post,
Between the devil and the ghost,
Between the hard place and the rock,
Between the explosion and the shock,
There’s no room
Between the funfair and the ride,
Between the hunter and the pride,
Between the arrow and the gun,
Between the baiting and the fun,
There’s no room
Opher 13.4.2018
It seems to me that something is missing from this modern life. We’ve lost it somewhere along the way. It has been squeezed out.
Now, with our life of fun, comfort and ease, between the leisure and entertainment, between the purchasing and throwing away, we have lost something that was immensely important.
Now that most of us do not need to struggle for survival, when the food is on the table, the fridge bulges and we just have to turn the central heating or air-conditioning up, something has been lost.
Now when the trip to church, mosque, temple or synagogue and the reading of the verses has no impact on our daily life or the way we act, something has gone badly astray.
Somewhere in the het up struggle between NeoCon and LibTard, where all minds are clouded with tribal fury, a real sense of purpose has been waylaid.
I think I know what it is.
I think we have lost our connection with nature.
People are forgetting about the spiritual side of life.
IN this modern life where the bottom line is all that counts there is no room for love or spirituality. Life is a husk. We have to opt out of that barren nightmare. The birds are singing.