What is the real sickness that pervades the West
That is masked by heroes we then put to the test A sickness passed on generation to generation Creating unconscious automatons and fearful nations Little boys playing warfare from right up on high Responsible fathers disappearing with no good-bye Manipulative mothers who demand total attention Narcissistic media stars needing front page mention Punitive fathers who can’t admit when they’re wrong Children playing adults having to pretend they’re strong The placid neighbour who throws her toys out of her cot And the stressed single mother who simply loses the plot Can’t we see it’s all topsy turvy and the wrong way round That when we’re in touch with our feelings, it’s then that we’re sound Believing power rules vulnerability is arse about face As when we champion our ‘child’ it’s then that there’s grace It’s the child who is compassionate, innocent and alive It’s the child who is intuitive and knows how to survive It’s the child who is in touch with the feelings of the other Who can see we’re all equal – brother to brother When will we recognise this fundamental truth See the danger when we disconnect and become aloof It’s then that we separate allowing fear to kick in Because we’ve lost touch with our vulnerability and the magic that’s within
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