Group 4

Change is good, we are told Change all the ways of old. Use poison on the rats Even though it kills the cats When more baby rats grow A new poison will flow; New problems they say Change will pave the way, Change is overdue Consume something new; "Change" they call this fraud And it doesn't seem odd To the unsuspecting sheep Who with change try to keep. Slow change, evolution Quick change, revolution Change is the solution To human constitution. But change for the sake of change Can stupefy, derange; Changing means but not the end To oblivion will send, Changing end but not the means Human values demeans. Purposeful change, says the sage Humankind must engage Purposeless change we must purge Else unchecked change will surge. Change is growth, change is demise With discernment rise the wise.

An ad on the television Promoted a distorted vision Saying, "You are what you eat From your head to your feet, You are also what you feel You touch, you see, you learn, you heal You are the things that you read You write, you sing, you play, you breed You are the things that you do But all this you already knew. " Nowhere in this ad I heard The thing for which I most cared That I am what I am As Blake said, "Gold horn'd Ram". Above all I am a human being Not a human doing, feeling, seeing. If TV mindlessly our brains feed Social indoctrination will succeed Our Good Minds always must heed Till our Ram, our being is freed.

They send us first to school and then college They tell us against the odds our bets must hedge Then we are ready to work, a job for life More money we need, we get husband or wife; Then we both will go to work, one job or more Work in mall day times, at night sweep the floor And as if all this stress is not enough They downsize, fire the work force, and lay them off. Finally at sixty five, sometimes before Menial pension we get, retire poor. When we ask about the course our lives just ran All we see is life of a "Cookie cutter man". We blame "Them", "They" brought soulless freeze Inflicting hardships of modern disease But in truth the cause to ourselves can trace If "Cookie cutter" lifestyle we embrace.

I went to a play that was called "Life", In which played a husband and wife They had two kids, a girl and a boy, And a nanny whom they employ. He was a doctor, she was a CA Comfortable income, house, cars, work and play. If you saw their life, you'd have to say Such busy people, both night and day; Never a moment to be still and feel, Habit numbed their minds, souls caged in steel. Suddenly one day, they begun to peel Layers of their shells, started to heal, Asked the hard questions, who am I, what's this? And why in my life I feel that I miss Something meaningful, whatever that is, I can't even feel my lover's kiss. It then dawned on me that in this play I had seen my soul, naked out there lay, No matter how much I deny or say I live my own life in the same way. I act in my life throughout the day And in the eve I watch the same play. Art imitates life, or the other way In either case we dearly pay. Like watching a dream within a dream Awakened from the last by the first's scream; This time I awake from my dreamy trance Am ready to feel and take a chance. So on bended knees, gratefully I pray For such a shocking and clear display.

To choose Pepsi or Coke with rum In our culture is freedom; One day to our senses will come And view freedom from Other than a superficial bum. Some fear that in the human psyche Freedom rings of anarchy, Others say that the individual Must break away from life and all, Some say in society one must abide Only in isolation can freedom reside; But freedom is none of the above Freedom stems from a deeper love. Love of the soul and the spirit Expressing itself through us with it. Freedom is not our individuality Freedom is a spontaneous reality, Freedom is to be in possession Of ourselves, our soul's expression; Freedom is over ourselves command And fulfill Great Spirit's demand.