Empty Rooms

“In my Father’s house there are many rooms…”

They spent their time less quiescent 
Spilling other people’s blood
They received their commendations
For atrocities they’ve done

But now they cannot help but wonder
How did it ever come back home
You were told this one would end it
Now you’re in the combat zone

Another round of vaccinations 
For your pin-cushion of a child
Allergies at every station
But the autism is mild

White-coat gremlins become grifters
Politicians do the same
Give your soul to corporations 
It’s how they fight for higher pay

Education distorts perspective 
Like different shapes inside a cave
But for your life to be effective 
It’s time for you to walk away

Empty rooms remain in-waiting
For us to fill with our true selves
Add to them what’s been gestating
Authentic minds to break the spell