Now We Know

Not knowing is an excuse
Not seeing is a choice
Not saying is a throat burr
Not hearing is an ear ringing
Not being is a wish.


The fascist snake lay coiled around our feet
While we cheered for a Mars retreat
Enamoured with global rapport 
Not seeing the wizard behind the cables 
Of techies rapacious shores


Too late, we are bought, with no where to go
Mars was never the aim, but earthly gold
And we have been had by techies goal
Of money, power and fame
They will now rule in every domain


Destroying earthly remains and 
Art and Spirit and Human Life
And All Angels in the Unseen World
Until The Real Wizard appears
To Flood the Techies into Retreat


This is not the end but a wrong turn
To the Right instead of Left
Of Life instead of Machine
After all even flies have our DNA
And robots can not be buried in our soil.