So take some time to discuss its fate
I'm seeing fallout from the victims
While we're trying to resuscitate
In a world where what we know
Is esoteric or cryptic
Deficits hit you like body blows
And ideas are ballistics
Although some of us react
Rather nonchalantly
Now the president is black
And he promotes a vision staunchly
"Yes we can," he says
To the vacillating masses
Dispensing promises like pez
To calm the clash between the classes
Far from crass or brash
And a survivor of the lashes
But can the USA last
Or will it slowly turn to ashes?
Watch how the game is played
Does it depend upon the dissidents?
Can tough decisions be made
Or be upended by diffidence?
How do you tell consumers
That they're victims of their vices?
Possessions serve as tumors
But friends and family are priceless
3 comments:
this is a really beautiful poem. I think poetry is a great tool for the revolution. the revolutionaries are all barricaded into their own beliefs and arguing amongst each other. but poetry is a universal language that unites the revolutionaries.
Reason is within you
Great post Advocate
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