there is an energy to writing
The study drives away sleep
The mind fills with questions
History moves from one answer to the next
There are so many problems
So many possible solutions
Ideal or pragmatic?
There are always trade offs
I write so I can understand
Honesty may be better than pragmatism
Why is deceit treated as a necessity
Transparency and democracy as myths?
In all things follow the money
Truth bends where money is concerned
Greed is far too common
We rush everywhere ruled by money
Can the heart be open when closed by greed
When we rush, we do not see!
We see neither grief nor joy
Only that we must be somewhere else
So I slow down to think
Realizing that in my rush I forgot how to read
The words come again
Perhaps evil comes from a culture of hurry?