An Honest Mistake

NOT!

Territories

Every group/country/religion thinks they are the only 'right' ones but they cannot all be 'right'.
We can all be right though, by accepting the truth where we find it.

We look back to the ancient religions of the planet and scoff at how they could have been so primitive. In 5000 years, I can only imagine our knowledge of the powers that be, will be much more enlightened and we will indeed become closer to God but God will not be the same diety that the different religions around the world view him/her as. We are all a part of this great universe. We are all entertwined and everything that happens to one of us happens to each of us. We need to come together and be there for one another, not allowing trivial things like religious orientation, or political views, or where we are on the planet, come between us.

We need to have our maps look like this:Rather than this:

Someday we will indeed be on the other side of the 'veil' and I will stand tall and be proud of the life I led and how I treated the people in my life. Treat everyone as your friend and you will have no enemies. I am afraid that some windshields have become in desperate need of some windex......even though this may not be the same way we would want to apply the windex nowadays.

Territories

I see the Middle Kingdom between Heaven and Earth
Like the Chinese call the country of their birth
We all figure that our homes are set above
Other people than the ones we know and love
In every place with a name
They play the same territorial game
Hiding behind the lines
Sending up warning signs

The whole wide world
An endless universe
Yet we keep looking through
The eyeglass in reverse
Don't feed the people
But we feed the machines
Can't really feel
What international means
In different circles, we keep holding our ground
In different circles, we keep spinning round and round

We see so many tribes overrun and undermined
While their invaders dream of lands they've left behind
Better people...better food...and better beer...
Why move around the world when Eden was so near?
The bosses get talking so tough
And if that wasn't evil enough
We get the drunken and passionate pride
Of the citizens along for the ride

They shoot without shame
In the name of a piece of dirt
For a change of accent
Or the colour of your shirt
Better the pride that resides In a citizen of the world
Than the pride that divides when a colorful rag is unfurled