The farseer looking over the hill
Observes a world that is terribly ill
Infected by personal greed and gain
We take what’s others and leave them in pain
While the overlords of silver and gold
Are increasing their wealth so manifold
We are caught in the maze of desire
Th’order molding us into a liar
The innate relation of good and bad
Subsumes the key to what makes us so sad
Ya logan’S Run was indeed quite an Act
Therefore it is a real and certain fact
That with spintronics of the karmic coin
In an instant moment we can rejoin
And subjugating the ego of self
We will at last retrieve this planet’s health