Unlike the other three civilized Tribes, who so cruel side first to rule;
We seek the other side in peace, to find instead their fear that we would rock the boat.
They choose instead to exploit and profit by lowering man to his animal passions;
While we irrationally choose to encourage the herd to a higher self.
Drowning in contrived seas of their own complexity, the herd is left no other choice;
Welcoming "well mannered" sinister arms in the darkness of the Cave to the harsh reality of being free.
The herd so near, yet so far away, as Lions nightly stalk and the game has become the thing:
Until they all age and waste away regretting never learning to sing.
A dream from now, when death comes searching, my god will gently say::
Job well done! Now bank your fires, clean your trail and pack to meet me you know where.
I know a place where nobody goes, nobody else but me;
It's not a wall, or even that tall. And nobody goes there but me.
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