Liberal Hearts

We're often called the dreamers

For seeing coexistence

Where you perceive division

Where you would split the difference

We conceive a common vision

For this one cohesive-conscious home

Each vow of silent thinking tree

Each lichen-minded stone

Every deep blue secret mystery

All creatures free to roam

Brewed into a cup of mushroom tea

Perhaps a drop of honeycomb

Will sweeten your reality

Drink in this splendid biodome

And taste the earth in harmony

So brand us as the seemers

For seeking first to understand

That there is more than good and evil

Warring within fellow man

Not so black and white upheaval

We the people must unite

A liberated human nation

Under godless in this fight

Release the cure's incarceration

From the cells of civil blight

Xenophobic hate contagion

And regressive, taxing plight

Impoverishing our education

Systems righting wrong from write

De-race-ing ignorant's foundation

Radical extremers now

For turning up the volume loud

Since we ain't down with social class

We pledge allegiance to the shroud

By burning one to puff, puff pass

Tsunami vibes and tidal raves

To flood the streets in flow-test signs

Insurance for the waging slaves

When drone strikes keep on blowin' mines

And diggin' them their shallow caves

But really we're all droppin' dimes

To keep our heads above the waves

So thin blue lines can take their fines

Straight to glock-bottom feeding graves

As we keep livin' off these crimes

Still we're labeled schemers

For nurturing our future's seed

To grow into a garden's peace

Which blossoms as our children breed

An atmospheric love increase

To passion fruitful harvest skies

Of astronomic musing

As their iridescent voices rise

Embracing every body's choosing

In a selfless enterprise

Across the universe infusing

Time and space to minimize

Desire's nebulous illusion

Quasar egos vaporized

In star-trips of their light speed cruising

They'd become redeemers

For this misanthropocene

Rerunning for the walking dead

Newsfeeding on an empty screen

That eats the brains out of their head

And makes this orb of abstract arts

A stupid rock that you've condemned

To more prosaic, Dark Age starts

No world of imagery could end

The bags of bones in shopping carts

When no idealist sense transcend

Robotic corporate profit smarts

All dollar signs of life expend

On oil, coal and carbon parts

Per million broken souls we'd mend

With teachings of our liberal hearts