''Someone Stole My Fruit''
and left me little I could trade
Now selling off my time's
the only way that I get paid
Someone took my land
and now there's nothing I can till
No crops that I can harvest
and no silo to refill
Someone swiped my seeds
and gave me paper in its place
And now I'm chasing symbols
in this sorry sad rat race
Someone changed the game
and then we all played right along
And now we swap what's left
for just a promise and a song
Someone pulled the wool
but hope's not lost though so it seems
I'll make my mind the fertile field
and sow it with my dreams
Yes, someone stole my fruit
but by my sweat and my own hand
I'll harvest wealth with talents
and make value on demand!
COMMENTARY:
Years ago, while growing up in Jamaica, I used to help my grandmother sell the fruit and other items she grew and raised on her land. Every day people throughout town would knock at the gate, stopping by to purchase ackee (a Jamaican fruit), mangos, eggs, chickens, even ice (not everyone had a refrigerator) and other items she typically sold.
Practically every kind of fruit in Jamaica was growing on her land, and I learned life-long lessons of value and exchange helping her sell those fruits to customers.
In many societies, and in the US as recently as the early 1900s, many people survived by selling or bartering their skills, their land, things they grew, created or otherwise owned.
It wasn't until the Industrial Revolution that people here flocked to the cities to work for big business on assembly lines-- giving up their independence and freedom to factory owners and the government.
Industrialization, with the promise of a better standard of living that the machine age offered, essentially robbed those people of things of exchangeable value (land, crops, cattle, etc) and left them with the only thing of value required to keep the wheels of industry going: their time and energy spent on a passion-less assembly line.
With nothing of value like land or livestock to pass on to their families, many people then, and their children today, are trapped in a system that has them producing products for someone else to sell. They are forced to work more and more, but through sliding-scale tax laws are left with less and less for themselves and their families.
Well, in the Passion Prophet's prophecy, I foresee the day more and more people wake up and realize that the only way to prosper in a capitalistic society is to return to a way of life that rewards their own efforts to bring products to the marketplace and produce, produce, produce!
Having a job alone won't make you wealthy. Prosperity comes from creating a product (a service or object just like my grandmother's fruits) that you can exchange for other things of value like the little pieces of paper we call money.
The more you produce, the more you can control your own standard of living.
Yes, even in this high-information, high-tech world, you still need some ìfruitî to sell, or you'll forever be a slave. Find out what fruit you've been blessed with, uncover the seeds of its success that lie dormant inside you, plant them in the fertile soil of your mind, till them using your talents as tools, and reap a harvest of value you can exchange with the world!
Someone stole your fruit, my friend. It's up to you to get it back!
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