Nuts

Outside the window
There's a narrow view
Some shadows and mist.
A few thoughtful minds
and lots os squirrells.

They carry lots of nuts around and around
Scrambling and twirling
Looking for a place to keep them safe...
These so called treasures.

I like the squirrells
Sometimes i wish i were one of them
Living just to gather nuts
Running trough the meadows
And watching the setting sun.

But i'm not.
I'm a wanderer is this nut world.
World of depleted uranium bombs.
Destructive flying machines.
Exploitation
Mass murder and stock market
Obama and Mcain
Sorrow and pain.

My world is nuts
Aethereal
Sofisticated, virtual and electronic.
Marketing and self-image glorification.
Movie stars and death shots.

Inside the fogs of wars
Or epidemics financials
Hunger, despair and suffering dominate.
Inside the fogs of wars
The little squirrell find no way
To see who he really is.

Onto this madness
Where did he dug his treasures?

Onto this sadness
How can i find myself?

There are only shadows and mist
And a narrow view.
Few thoughtful minds
And a feeling of strong resist.