|Children of the Revolution|
make their choices
in the game —
loyal, or abstain
and stunt reputation
for self gratification.
profits of career soon heal
the sacrifice of bold ideal —
when the grey suits in the system
say: preserving status quo, is the wisdom
in this play. other tunes, are moments of fame —
memorable then forgotten in the main
stagnating stream of politics,
where embedded institutions share the same
out of tune,
out of reach hot air balloon
playing unmusical licks
treading us down in the gravity
of tribal tricks
with ghost notes
wearing uniforms of haved normality
in the foreground
with loaded guns inside
their tunic coats —
ready to suppress any massed intention
of Bastille insurrection.
you don’t have the right to repeal my name,
or make me think and do the same
your way, is extinction —
as time reckons,
a philosophy founded on myths,
twisted in technological trysts
tuned to suit you.
Article © Strider Marcus Jones. All rights reserved.
Published on 2021-03-15
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