The Hallowed Designs

To what are the designs for life?
To remain placid in our personal rebellions?
Or to have go out in the limb for the sake a greater good,
A selfless service that denies the internal machinery of bueracracy,
To have guts and heart in one go…
Becoming educators of the masses, to bring out the noble Truth in all men.

For how far we have forsook this in our quest for the eternally hip,
Plastic refuse packaged to make you look  and sound good,
The empty culture that makes us bloated with the fat of bellicose cynicism,
It only serves to please ourselves for a season,
The rest of the time it leaves dead in stagnant waters.

For here I present you all a greater sense of purpose outside these gilded doors,
Of the fresh air of a life more abundant in the open green fields,
A existence not calculated by church or state,
A freedom to be you and me,
A given right to think of our own logic,
Of Thomas Jefferson's  path undefined by whatever bias of dogma,
Politics you might mutter…but herein the democracy in the respect of practical means,
The underlying desire to decide our path in life.
God given to us as the sun, water and air.