See there is a whole other
AMERICA
that lies beneath the surface.
everybody likes to talk about it;
act as if they know about it;
they like to say what’s wrong with it
they like to breed dissent within it;
keep us fighting amongst ourselves
never looking at what’s going on behind the curtain;
blind sided with knee
jerk emotional appeals
disguised as legislation
that only furthers their own robber Barron agenda of social enslavement
keeping the people
hungry tired angry poor distracted
all the while
contently vomiting Orwell nightmares thru the eyes and into the head
keeping the brain numb
and immersed in shit
tamed and compliant
with constant streaming live feed media input immediate gratification buy now consumerism learned stupidity disguised as entertainment…
and we have failed.
Poets and Bards
had been the front line troops for every revolution of social reform…
always there spreading the word;
sharing the reality the degradations the experience;
until now.
We have failed our calling. We have failed the poets before us
We have failed our heritage of DEFIANCE. We have failed ourselves…
Used to be it was dangerous to be a poet; to express new and undisguised ideas
road weary voices that called for change
endured the loneliness, the ridicule and disdain;
the beatings and jailing’s
for violation of murky and obscure obscenity laws
the hunger the addictions the drunkenness the madness
the brawls the sex the suicides the LONELY dying…
and the FEAR.. always the FEAR
gnawing at your mind like hunger crazed rats…
Where are our Bukowskis; who will be our Blake
our Rimbaud, Bauldere; Verlaine
where the fuck is our Kerouac, our Ginsberg, our Whitman?
Where is our Poe?
Where is our Fear?
Where is our VOICE?
where is the defiance
Where is the GODDAMNED DEFIANCE!
RAISE UP
embrace that motherfucking god-head defiance that makes poets,
that drives us to madness and addictions
and every other experience
that we can possibly suffer to flood our minds with;
that defiance that makes us say to the masters
No. NO MORE!
I WILL NOT GO QUIETLY! I WILL NOT SUBMITT!
To raise our voices to wash away the stench
of all the dddd..double talk fine print political head spin doctors weaving honeyed nightmares of mind killing nonsense
Are we so lost…
have we no star to guide us;
no witches or shamans
has the mount become insurmountable…
or do we come together as a guild
a union; a legion of voices.
Do we catch the fear
ride it;
feed from it;
grow from it
learn from it
teaching each other to become it
Do we sing our defiance as birthing challenging thoughts of change
do we sing to the SOCIAL ELITE a song of fear
do we become as wolves ranging the land primal natural
red eyed and hungry; always hungry…
or do we lower our heads;
and bleat with the other sheep
awaiting the sheers
and then the butcher?
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