Poem: A Common Occurance

"Where do you work" he asked me first, not knowing my name.
"Work?" I repeated stupidly,
"I don't work; I'm homeless." Looking at him quizickly as if work was a habit that was beneath me.
"I asked because you look so clean and sharply dressed..." He explained nervously, using his hands to demonstrate, gesturing at me.
"I get that a lot," I replied laconicly,
"It's like people think there is a dress code for the homeless, or that we all shop at the same store or something," I continued to explain.

This happens to me all the time.
People,
by and large,
are stupid, prejudiced, and extraordinarily naive.

Oh, well.

Assumptions and bias are a weakness most profound.
Rendering the possessor of these attributes
completely vulnurable to the assaults and confidence games
of those with a greater understanding of the
True Ignorance inherritted by us all.

Every one of us.

Be it a single Thief,
the most expensive marketing tactics of
multinational corporations,
or black propaganda dealt into the news by
the Military-Intelligence Complex;
they all prey on the same
Defects of Character.
Propagating these defects as virtues,
so that they can control you.
Again.
And again.
And again.

Admit your Ignorance
and step into the Light.

Admit your powerlessness
and let go of your programmed personality.

Look up into the Sky and know
that you are Loved.
Every Morning
and Every Night.

Amen-Ra.