Poetry maaan!

The cynics and the dreamers,
concerned at revolutions rubble and heap,
the hesitant and the weary,
the silence of masses asleep

those who wait and watch,
out of fear of asking too much,
too quickly with too much fervor,
for the charlatans to consider our request reasonably…

But is there reason left in a world lacking depth? 
Is there reason in making a request?
Or are we here to request nothing and expect everything?

moved by the insatiable consciousness of struggle,
by the cannibalism of global capitalism
we can neither request nor deny ourselves this revolution

we cannot make demands of manipulators
who measure success with campaign contributions,
and yet contribute nothing to building a more equitable world..

we will no longer validate those whose words and decisions
do nothing to empower the human spirit,
yet do everything to further the illusion of freedom,
To keep us ‘reasonable’ instead of righteously angry,
while we waste away the power of our people
through watered down words and censored dissent…

No.
We are the indignant and irrepressible;
The movers and the shakers.
We will not be reasonable.
We will be revolutionary.
We will deconstruct the tyrannies of feardom
And rise up out of majestic necessity
for an idea whose time has come.