Enough, Just Enough

Enough, Just Enough

                                                     Spin Doctor ~ Philip Brent Harris


Time is money, money is time, yet I’d like to see you eat either one.
Tokens we value, believe have worth, are extremely puzzling to me.
They are symbolic, I know, they can give no shelter by themselves.
We treat them as real, pursue them with zeal, cry if we miss them.

They offer no protection, a refrigerator box provides more shelter.
Homes, rarely seen, a moment to walk the dog, chauffeur the kids.
Late, our house god flickers, tells us what’s good, bad or useless;
In a stupor, we fall in bed, dream still more, exhausted by misuse.

When, how did we become distracted by things that don’t matter?
Upset, our child plays in the box, ignores the expensive new toy,
We forget imagination’s a better toy than anything they’ll receive.
Doll’s a doll, truck’s a truck, an empty cardboard box is anything.

Our boxes sport Xes, tell us what to play, no imagination needed.
Have you never wondered what, why we subtly teach the children
life, war, crime, theft, murder, mayhem, feed a created addiction?
Glutted, numbed, violent; we cannot regard gentleness, nurturing.

Good life, worth living, what does it take have, to create one today?
It is dependent on our age, time of life, social status and upbringing.
Is it nurture versus nature, somewhere in between, values we teach?
Could we be happy without the thought of heavenly angels singing?

We’re brainwashed, to want, riches, beauty, fame, glory, immortality,
like all they parade past us, who already have more than their share.
A few join the ranks of this exclusive club, still, most need not apply,
to be stars, movies, television, music, sports, encouraging vain hope.

Doctors, lawyers almost qualify, one rung below, two rungs above us.
We’re convinced to believe we lack something, despite what we have,
Big houses, fast cars, designer clothes and jewelry, the whole shebang,
Indoctrinated from birth that we’re worth it, no matter the cost or debt.

Video games, violence, destruction, endless war, arrogance unchecked.
Even those who don’t believe the lie, learned it’s our destiny and right.
We escape into stories, read, watched where evils fails, heroes triumph.
Films, plays, books, games, drugs or religion, it does not matter much.

We seek to escape, discouraged by futility, our feelings of inadequacy,
live the brief moments we can, powerful, someone other than ourselves.
No matter genre or style, fiction or nonfiction; we hope it’s not fantasy.
We cling to religion, shop around or pick one; we hope it’s not fantasy.

For we, no one may know the future, can ever possibly touch or hold it.
Only this moment exists, eternal now, always, forever, gone this instant.
We are denied distraction by futures offered, by those who fight change.
Promised paradise, a deus irae, frightening protection, bombs, guns, war.

Rulers seen, unknown, with the insanity, power to end us, in fire, famine.
We do our best, like mice, creep quietly behind walls unnoticed, unseen.
Realize, we have power to change the world, if we come out in numbers,
Breaking trail, a path to a better world, a good life where all have enough.


Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,  Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment


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