Let’s make some changes
Can we get rid of borders
Guns and money?
I feel panic slip in
The fissures between thoughts.
Numbers on a spreadsheet,
My exactly lacking worth.
That’s what I fear
Not bears or cancer.
Numbers only tell me
How much I can’t give
To the hungry and alone.
So take down borders
Let the people come
I’ll feed them all
With infinite wealth.
Ignorance might not be bliss
But it just may fill a mouth.
– Vagabond Prophet
Vagabond Prophet 