To war has gone deep
Inside the world’s sub-conscious
Like the hand that reaches
Towards the pack of cigarettes
Or the leg that controls the speed
Of a plying car
Or the ship that understands and
avoids
The frozen disaster
Weapons of destruction
Poverty that’s on the run
Famines and droughts
Throughout the globe, up and
about
Are the invisible white magnet
That attracts, automates
intellect
Through some compulsive
instruction
To break away from these wired
Orchestrated truths
The path will have to be the same
The car has to follow the same
track
The ship has to overcome the
attraction
Through the same consciousness
That wakes us up from the sleep
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