Who’s ready to rip the throats of politicians to silence the lie and clear the air of the noise pollution so the voiceless can be heard…?
Who’s ready to liberate the airwave frequencies of the toxic fascism of fear and financial profits…?
Who’s ready the bite the hand that sustains our hunger…?
Who’s ready to stop taking the medicine that’s making us sick…?
Who’s ready to feed bankers silver spoons either in liquid or solid form, we’ll let them decide…?
Who’s ready to make the cops come out with their hands up…?
Who’s ready to surround theses many Jericho prisons and blow horns for seven days until the walls come tumbling down…?
Who’s ready to level the playing field by swinging a wrecking ball into stock exchanges and driving bulldozers across banks…?
Who’s ready to light a match to the money that’s been blocking the warmth & the light of the sun…?
Who’s ready to pull back the curtain to light up and disinfect the bleak future that’s hobbling in with a bad cough…?
Don’t worry this isn’t an indictment of you, i’m not an armchair revolutionary poet, i’m afraid too, of what they can do…
We know the future fear is greater in comparison to the present fear but i guess it’s not a sure thing until it’s too late…
But when will our future fear, surpass the present fear?
What will it take for our future fear to give us a present courage?
– vagabond ©