To Be "Flung"

dedicated to "The Doors"

From Vegas to Madrid,
From Harnosand, Sweden,
to the highways of France,
to the yawning deserts of Egypt,

we wander,
our primal souls
battling with our modern minds

Our roots fit in suit-cases,
our heritage blown to the cyborg winds.

We are "flung" across the globe,
suffering the tribulations of pawns
in great, sophisticated games
which we cannot control

We say:
"Stop!,
We will no longer move forward,
will no longer be sacrificed like Aztec slaves
to these cold, golden Gods of progress."

This age is not to be one of innovation
but of stationary contemplation...
of the regrowth of sacred morality,
of the re-creation of LEGENDS!!