Dean Omori - Prayer 4

The last man I met had designed human fate
He left it to the rest of us and we all left it too late
The dynasty of man is but the blink of an eye
We ruled the world for such a short time
Life unsustainable in times of flood and thirst
But politics always speaks for money first
First we invented the wheel then the fishermen's rod
We invented fire and progress and we invented god
Now we following each other til we're crawling in fields blood
We're segregated arbitrated on streets once paved with love
Waiting for a handout waiting for a home
Waiting on the lottery or just waiting to get stoned
Waiting with my prejudice and someone else's wife
The emotional biology of people made out of life

Written by:
Dean Omori

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