We’re a high-flying species. We take to the air
That grows ever more toxic. All there is to eat
Is of minimal value to what bodies need.
Our perverted economy is ruled by greed.
So, to deal with our ailments, our fate is complete
With reliance on big pharma and managed care.
Were my hand to betray me and strike at my head
One would say I’ve a problem. I’d have to agree.
Yet, the mind beats the crap out of all that we are.
That it would create illness is not so bizarre.
Our own science has proven this to some degree.
On the whole, our humanity remains mislead.
The external conditions we cannot control.
It takes painstaking effort, then most must agree.
We have made illness natural, and of wellness
We have cast to the wayside for some sick success.
We can know this and take action to the degree
That we’re grounded in nature. That can be our goal.