Our stolen lives

Where once there was song, now reigns silence
Where once there grew roots, now run roads
The dreams of the children are drowned in confusion
No birthright, no bearings, no hope

Where once there was sense, all too common
Now thinking through knowing is rare
Where eyes once saw beauty, they’re now cruelly blinkered
And glued to the glitter of greed

Where once we led lives that were our lives
Now nothing we are is our own
Our bodies, our days, our land and our minds
Are claimed by the dead-eyed cabal

Where once there gushed streams and lay meadows
Where once there sprung life wild and free
There now looms the grid of control and deceit
The death camp of concrete and steel

And now we set out to recover
The living that should have been ours
To belong to the earth in the timeless embrace
Of friendship, of love, of our home

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About Paul Cudenec 247 Articles
Paul Cudenec is the author of 'The Anarchist Revelation'; 'Antibodies, Anarchangels & Other Essays'; 'The Stifled Soul of Humankind'; 'Forms of Freedom'; 'The Fakir of Florence'; 'Nature, Essence & Anarchy'; 'The Green One'; 'No Such Place as Asha'; 'Enemies of the Modern World'; 'Fascism Rebranded', 'The Withway'; 'The Great Racket'; 'Converging Against the Criminocrats'; 'Our Quest for Freedom'; 'Against the Dark Enslaving System' and 'The Global Gang Running Our World and Ruining Our Lives'. His work has been described as "mind-expanding and well-written" by Permaculture magazine.

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