Flight Song verses

“Flight Song”

sub-verses

Unlike a flock of planes

Haunting the horizon

We don’t leave so easy

Our true fight is arising

Realizing this place

Is not for the living

Realizing our fate

Is not just for sitting

 

And of all those things that won’t stay

The false idols to which we’d pray

I will unearth them for you tonight

(Bury them by fire alight)

Can you hear your choice this time?

 

This is our flight song

To leave is not wrong

For green pastures, not lawn

Our power’s not gone

Starting now we’ll stretch long

We’ll play our flight song

And we won’t care if nobody else will leave

Cause through our flight we may inspire, not please

 

Losing use lends to dreamless sleep

Static civilization’s toll is steep

In an atrophy too deep

Say you’re not yet too weak

It’s been all through your years

A well-used body is your best home

You miss your muscle toned

And in stillness we believed

But now in motion we are relieved

 

And of all those things that won’t stay

The old roles that we used to play

We will burn them for heat tonight

Can you hear the choice this time?

(even if it does not rhyme)

 

This is our flight song

Things just aren’t right song

The path is (A house is not) our home

Our power has far grown

Starting now we’ll stretch long

We’ll play our flight song

And we can’t lead others to follow

All we can do is flee or in misery wallow

 

Migrate out of this rat fight with me

 

Adapted a-way from “Fight Song”

now, out of your seat

to build a better beat

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The person who has one arm gripping the rung of his old occupation, and is using the other arm to reach for some better profession, has no grasp left to embrace what life with two free arms could be

The Inflation of Rights

There is an island that stands strait in the way, and you know that if you were to destroy it, the aftereffects would weaken you so greatly that you wouldn’t even benefit from your violent efforts. What do you do? You raise the entire sea around it, so you can sail over it without being bothered. The island is still technically there, but it is incapacitated.

Much easier than raising the ocean to negate an island is the process of inflating a currency. The value of the dollar, and its legitimacy—as will soon become visible—is diluted when too much of it is created and given away to big banks. Similarly, the political currency known as rights, sometimes distributed to the citizens of a country, as has supposedly been done in the USofA, is also vulnerable to dilution through inflation. A key that is copied and handed out to everyone makes a mere novelty of the lock.

The monetary elites, who we shouldn’t forget are the corporations, wouldn’t use the tactic of ever trying to challenge or get rid of the constitution. Instead of running roughshod over our rights, they would much rather add legitimated “friendly rivals” that need judicial consideration along with the constitution (or even within the constitution), so that the constitution’s real purpose gets drowned out, though technically it still exists as the same entity.

How did this come to pass? The idea of rights that was only intended for the narrow island of humans was INCompletely extrapolated to the corporate world when the “incorporation” norm was afforded to businesses during the 19th century. Most of the structural pieces were already set, and it was only a small but important step further to complete the bridge and have corporations be considered legal people. This transition was surely helped along and eased into common consciousness by the the entertainment industry constantly propping up the idea that there are and will be robots that have feelings that we should not dismiss. When we start to consider inanimate objects as having feelings and in need of defending, why shouldn’t Nike and Starbucks be so kindly considered and coddled? Not that I expect it to happen, but I wouldn’t be shocked or surprised by a story that involved a gang of murderers not being charged for the crime because they were doing a corporation’s bidding as its employees. The ironic thing to follow would be the anger in the streets directed at the corporation, not at the actual murderers and unable to be directed at the CEO who is impossibly distant and inaccessible to the common masses.

Nothing is eternally sacred because the evolving context around it will use and abuse it for all that its worth, and then leave it as a useless skeleton that can be looked at but not much gained from.