Property grilled cancer of our mortal time upon the canvas of earth, commodities no longer. Mankind living in any harmony with fences and hedges high this corner is mine not yours, but in dented lying, for we are owned by faceless suited beings in banks lending a buck on the back of a brick.
Yes I challenge all lemming humans, what is it you purport to own in majesty of your presentation when one cannot utter one word to thy nearest neighbour for fear of representational kickback, social sacking in the property demarcation zone, your controllers have gotten you tied down in a thousand ways of how you pay and how you live in a concrete jungle that stops you living and makes you hide.
Too many of us, we cannot see, but it’s the unspeakable earth who is warning impermanence cannot survive in the assault of us. Year on earth year we devalue earths gift we think little of the burden earth carries, for us the benevolence of the sun will fail over time mankind is not forever, if it cannot see that held up in houses, is not free or freedom. It is now the only way control and cascade managing human format in desire and want such a frightening world this is or should it be.