A young group of people started their training,
In a beautiful paradise of a place.
The food was bountiful, the water was pure,
And the houses they lived in were great.
They had everything and more, abundantly rich,
And as their training began,
They all gathered round the large golden table,
And the trainers unfolded their plan.
The children sat down, listened and wrote,
Their diamond pens dancing and glistening.
They concentrated hard, payed great attention,
As they were taught to see only what's missing.
Lack was the aim, not enough was the tool,
To get them to always want more,
Gifts all day the children were given,
And they reported on how they fell short.
"Not quite sweet enough", or "Should be more sweet",
"Not enough of these", or "Too many".
As long as they described something not right,
Then their marks and grades would stay steady.
They got more creative, more and more skilled,
At seeing the wrong or the missing,
When given good food, perfect on plate,
They decided it arrived far too quickly.
And as they became more and more glum,
At how they had nothing they wanted,
They traipsed around their paradise of an island,
Feeling quite lost and despondent.
The overflowing riches that brimmed all around them,
Were overlooked and no longer seen.
The first needy batch of human consumers,
Were now ready for their timely release.
They moved out in the world, spread like a disease,
Infecting all of those they would meet,
They convinced the whole world there wasn't enough,
And they needed much more before peace.
Resources were hoarded whilst more things were bought,
They turned their world into a mess,
Enough for the whole world many times over,
But it seemed like there was now so much less.
All apart from the very small group,
Who had trained the first batch of consumers,
The trainers by now where far richer than ever,
From people's belief in their horrible rumours.
They owned all the companies, that offered relief,
From the life now full of toil and such lack.
Whilst selling them goods and employing the people,
Staff's wages they would soon get back.
They developed their countries, printed their money,
Still had enough to take care of them all,
But spent most of their money on fighting each other,
To get even more while others grew poor.
People were starving, others were fed,
From the masses of food that they had,
Whilst off out at sea they dumped tonnes of food,
To keep the food prices on track.
"It's how the world is. There isn't enough",
The trainers would say to trainees,
Whilst in the evening off they would go,
To rest in their mansions at ease.
If the people would question: "Is it the case,
That there really isn't enough?
Or have we been duped, and there is plenty
And Life need not be so tough?"
Then perhaps they would see, that their world provides plenty,
That the problem mostly does lie,
In the mindset of man, his greed and his fear,
And his tendency to tell lies.
That the society they build, take part in and sustain,
Reflects the beliefs of the people,
That each must first address his or her mind,
And dig up the root of their evil.
Beware of deceit, beware of corruption,
Not only from your fellow man,
But the voice in your head that causes you pain,
and leaks out into the land.
If the mind is in turmoil, then so is the world,
The two are one and the same,
The world can shift to a healthier place,
When the mind is no longer insane.
- From the book "Inner Peace Poetry"