(THE UTTER INSANITY)
And what of the traveler... The Lonesome Stranger on the inside looking out... The outside looking in?
This world spinning out of control as dictated by evil regimes and lofty democracies.
What of the babies who thus enslaved will live others dreams... What of our progeny?
So much pain that could have been avoided... So many tears of aggravation... So many lives lost to feed the beast.
Wars, famine and embargoes...
Politicians dining at the table of plenty... Babies dying because of greed, of poverty... Politicians blaming it on the masses... Rampant crime and utter insanity... These things the traveler sees... Man praying to a God that exists in him... Pimped on the street corner religion... Splayed like dirty whores.
Calling themselves free as they serve the worst slavery ignominy... Right in front of their friends and family as they dance to the rhythmic beat.
What of the traveler... The Lonesome Stranger who bears witness to these things.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
