BORN WITH NO PANTS
I was born with no pants
no pants at all
I hear you thus wonder
“well aren’t we all?”
It’s true what I say
and true what you pondered
but truth is a gift
that life makes us squander
Innocence born with
quickly extracted
through culture and god wars
our truth is redacted
replaced by the lies
hidden in plain sight
ensuring distraction
ensuring the fight
as we sign up to slavery
debt and delusion
fuelled by our need
to be fed the illusion
forgetting our nature
our birthright and soul
our home that is heaven
thus hell is the goal
and increasingly now
with tech and deception
i plead with you please
wake up to perception
I said once before
that truth stands proud naked
and lies are dressed up
in thread that is fakered
so long you believe
in being born broken
you never can find
your own truth to be spoken
but fear is what peddles the lie
and only you can choose if
to stare in its eye
stripped down to your skin
shining and lumen
we are born with no pants
we are truth, we are human.
