Same as it ever was

We’re still marching down the yellow brick road,

worshipping a grand illusion
and ignoring the old, vain men
behind the curtain
pulling the levers.

We keep hoping for a magic wizard to fix it,
but money is the curtain...
it’s power,
it’s speech,
and it buys control over the only things that truly matter:
the land, the sky, and the sea.

Until people take the emerald-tinted glasses off,
nothing changes.