Guess Where Daddy’s From

 

 

“are we there yet dad?”

Asked his son in the back of the car

That was jammed on the merry go round

Of a future with little importance,

And as dad with ma sat in the front

Of a tired Accord the source of his

Inspiration came flooding again

As the engine ceased on its will!

                “Not yet son” was his

Inward reply as looking up to the sky

He found little significant in all he had

Done, cept the marriage that bore him

His sons and the love  he adored

Sat by his side turned a weary of life

Under clouds that belittled the sun.

 

“What’s there when we get there dad?”

                A smile on his lips triggered

The shine and the love in his heart

And he figured an explanation for all

On the journey of life, and if just one

Could see the blind we’ve become –

Then his statement of mind would see

All his wishes to come.

                “We’re not there yet son!

But the place we are going knows nothing

Of this, and all we’ve become that

Has beggared this world will be ancient

In Tomorrow’s futures of happiness

Where freedom exists for us all.

For there, there is balance that makes

Mockery of man, and I’m damned but

Excitement persists I go on so here’s just

A few of the rules we don’t need

That keeps man keen with his rifle and greed,

And believe in the worlds that have

Already seen, the enlightened

Of peace with their truth, for the truth

In its glory will set this world free,

And this time running out will be

Spent as time full with pleasure,

And leisure will be in the stars.

                You’re six years old and know nothing

Of pain, know nothing of rape and nothing

Of war, your innocence of all

That has cast out this world,

Will be the joy of your family

In futures un-torn, you know nothing

Of greed, know nothing of power

That corrupts every dignity and divinity

In light is all you will be,

You know nothing of taking

For ill gotten gains know nothing

Of hating for colour or race,

Know nothing of monies that buy

Discarded souls  - know nothing of waste

As an affluent for the effluence of poor,

And door to door sales of bigoted books,

Books claiming knowledge of God

While reaping a purse to be took,

Will not come calling on the heart that you have,

For you know in yourself that God

Is not written by man!

 

You know nothing of preaching of politics

And all that is said in favouring a side

For a flag to be waved just to strengthen

A tribe for you know that in honesty,

We all have an Earth to be shared.

You know nothing of ownership

Know nothing of hunger,

Know nothing of drought

Know nothing of slavery,

Nothing of whips

Nothing of bullets

Nothing of poverty

Nothing of greed,

Nothing of violence

Nothing of wealth,

Nothing of money,

Nothing of meat,

Nothing of chastity

Nothing of hatred,

Nothing of hatred

Nothing of hatred!

Nothing of marketing

Nothing of disempowerment

Nothing of madness

And nothing of bullying,

Nothing of torture

Nothing of ghosts

Nothing of monsters

And nothing of TV,

Nothing of purgatory

Nothing of jails

Nothing of crime

And nothing of fails

Nothing of courts

And nothing of anger

Nothing that puts yourself any danger

Nothing of teachers that put you down

Nothing that buries your soul in the ground

Nothing of anything that upsets your heart

Nothing of fear,

Nothing of fear

Nothing of fear!

 

“Are we there yet dad?” asked the child

With the light in his eyes,

Surprised by the love that he felt

For his Dad, and dad while hiding  a tear

Smiled back like a Father who’d gave

All his years, and all of his futures,

For his family of life that he so longed

To take, to the universe and space,

Where balance was balance and all

Things were equal,

And everything was joy without pain!

And with a flick of a switch,

By a signal from Ma,

He hovered over roads that were wrong,

And with a last look at Earth –

His son shouted so loud with glee

In his heart,

“to infinity, and beyond!”