The Chronicles of Urf

Urf

There once was a planet called Earth,
Which no one was sure was whose turf,
Man thought it his home,
Felt free to roam,
Much to Masonic Masters' mirth.

Urf 2

The trouble with Earth - it's called cash,
When printed it spreads like a rash,
Once backed by gold,
Now worthlessly sold,
Its currency in downwardly dash.

Urf 3 (The Gift Of Peace)

The best thing on Earth is called love -
It feels like it comes from Above,
But its actual art
Is to come straight from the heart,
Flying into the world like a dove.

Urf 4 (Something To Avoid)

The worst thing on Earth is the chip,
So small it could fit in your lip,
Replacement for money,
But you won't think it's funny
When your soul has started to rip.

Urf 5 (Counting Sheep)

The people on Earth are like sheep,
Wandering lost and asleep,
Become their own jailors,
Self-styled straitjacket tailors,
But their alarm has started to bleep.

Urf 6 (The Logic Of Unreality)

Ages on Earth they are short,
Civilisations abruptly abort,
So think not it treason
To remove reality from reason,
And question all you ever were taught.

Urf 7 (The Travesty Of Governance)

Authority on Earth is a fake,
Just loads of old men on the make,
Newschannels and spies
Fomenting lies,
Man's trust a tragic mistake.

Urf 8 (The Abhorrence Of Taxation)

Meanwhile people on Earth are being killed,
Their bodies reaped and souls tilled,
Elsewhere an audience jaded,
By media persuaded,
For genocide by taxes being billed.

Urf 9 (Forget Everything And Remember)

The people of Earth live in fear,
Of losing all they ever held dear,
If only they saw,
They could have so much more,
And move on from drowning in beer.

Urf 10 (Endgame)

Reality on Earth now is shifting,
The Spirit of Man is uplifting;
Old structures failing,
Warmongers wailing -
In the sands of inevitable sifting.

Urf 11 (Game Over)

The Game here on Earth now has ended,
And many a soul has contended,
To see through the spin
Of the duality they're in,
And emerge in a world that is mended.