Ode to the Brainwashed

You can see by the outside that the inside is clear
though you cower from the truth of it when It comes near
the Refection is often hidden on the outside of the glass
judgments overshadowed by race creed and class
mind illuminating dancers sway; bright
we pop pills to cure the insight &
numb the Mind with ignorance that possessions rule the world
Hungry men devour the spirit that is yours &
sell our souls like whores to
the corporate who enslave and yet are so spiritually poor
Close your eyes and listen to the changing of the tides