Monday, April 17, 2017

160417 BLOK

160417 BLOK
What a life
Riding around in a motor vehicle,
A climate-controlled box on wheels!
You never feel nature,
All is artificial,
Like modern life!
Children grow up strapped in a chair,
We, canĀ“t let them go free, the dare!
No wonder such travail
Riding our rails
Alcohol-drug abuse
No use!
Violence the outlet,
War and death!
Better to die on the Cross
Subduing the ego-body
To be reborn of the spirit!



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