Dated 4-May-2007
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There are no horsemen of the apocalypse,
No entities of destruction galloping in to destroy the world,
No mad rush to oblivion with the human race as blind scared crying victims
beyond their fate and ability to control.

There are no horsemen of the apocalypse,
Only us, we humans,
With our frailties and fear and ignorance,
Slowly turning things to shit in a world of gold,
Steadily pacing backwards towards ignorance
And n conceit
And self-absorbed self interest.

We are the horsemen, but we don’t rush in,
We slowly chip away at the statues of giants
Upon whose shoulders we stand
And can’t live up to the heights.
Bit by bit we erode the stone of our foundation
And leave ourselves on rocky ground heading toward and unsteady future.

Human rights, human dignity human joy and respect
Sold and stolen for the buck it can generate,
The minds and bodies of the young raped
For the pleasure and gratification of the older generation,
Regardless of the quivering masses of crying crippled damaged children
Who we bring into this world.

There are no horsemen of the apocalypse,
Not sudden riots of war, famine, pestilence and death.

We create our own wars for oil, and gold and false ideals
That we wish to impose on the world around us we don’t understand.

We create out own famine by feeding out children food full of flavor
But empty of nutrition.

We create our own pestilence by polluting our rivers and soil
With chemicals and poisons in order to live a better life
And get a better yield in the name of gluttony.

We create out own death,
Yet fear this natural extension of life
As if it was the opposite of life and not life’s destination.
Keeping people alive beyond their years in misery and pain and brainless
Machine supported living deaths worthy of the worst horror films.

There are the horsemen of the apocalypse,
Staring back at you from the mirror,
Smiling back at you as you do your hair
And brush your teeth
Daily ablutions preparing to face
The Armageddon of our own creation.