Fear, Fire and All the Money in the World

Fear is the fuel
Fire is the product
And all the money in the world is the motivator
The foreseen figure of interest

How do we clean this programme
And rid this process of all its slander
Intricacy and corruption?
Easy.

We swap out fire, who is an unjust killer
Hidden under the cape of fear and a promise of warmth
For water, the mother, the nurturer
A natural force which not only leads, but also allows and feeds

Therein we may dismantle fire
Fear though - is quite a different beast
It may motivate us, yet it must never hold
A commanding hand over what our choice will be

We know from history that we must not choose
Based on fear
For choices made based on fear
End in flames - and the cycle repeats itself

We operate in a way that concludes chaos and carnage
If we operate under fear
We have to find the switch
Deep within us, and unplug this son of a bitch

And all the money in the world
What a funny array of words, isn't it
As if we didn't need to open our eyes and see
For ourselves, that no such thing exists

And if we build ourselves around it
We will never feel full and fine
We all live with a potential, immense and immeasurable
That it's easy to slip into the comfort of the told

But this isn't the way
Fear, fire and all the money in the world isn't the way
Water, will and that which we build
That is where it lies, resting, waiting for every one of us