you say revolution, they answer moderation
we all shout for change, all we get is reform
injustice is inherited
inequality is not interrogated
we're told this is the way it is but when have they ever tried different
The revolution of our time, how will we be remembered?
As a caring giving race filled with pride
or as a set of nation states
filled with greed and the bottom line.
The many work their hands and feet
partake of menial labour
as the bourgeois sit around and lounge
with so much time to savour
how is justified that we claim slavery died
when we willingly enslave ourselves
through debt and mortgage. Our material wealth.
The chains are gone but the locks still operate
across our hearts, our minds, our times. For Profit.
Profit cannot hold you, cannot wipe away your tears.
Profit has not the voice to comfort all your fears.
And yet we hold it is such high esteem.
Put it on a platform for all to see.
It is the carrot they dangle before your eyes
as they use the stick to break your back.
I realise I can't self actualise
the pain fo these times.
But I can shout it from the rooftop
till you learn how to think, talk and feel
without their eyes.
