I've dreamt a dream...
Be the shoulder to catch the tears that I cannot shed.
With ever passing day my faith in Men dwindles. Why don't people stand up for their convictions, or have them? My own peers, dear friends, are handicapped with apathy, stifling indifference. They claim ignorance, nay embrace it fully, curse them, and enjoy such fruits of bliss that which it reaps. At this I wouldn't lend a frown, but if only we were living in a time less dire.
O bless us! For we should be so lucky as to be living in a time of such a desperate need for change. Our bleeding earth is crying. We need not fight a repressive monarch or regime, nor for the battles of enfranchisement, as did the generations passed. We need not violence in our cause, though a fight we need to fight. The fight against the plague of lethargy: the monarch and disenfranchiser of our time. Slay this sleeping beast before its wake eludes us of our power for a bloodless change. For it is almost too late for some things...
Go back! Back to a time when "We the People.." meant a damn. Spend yourself for something more important than fast cars and pretty things. Innocent lives, starved and massacred. Cuelty, of man and beast. Environment, raped and pillaged. Freedom, slogan for enslavement. So much and more is lost, crushed, to bring you petty Things. Your willful concession to ignorance costs the lives of millions, through war, disease, and hunger. Guilty by association, you who idle by.
Does it help to be so far estranged from all the madness? Out of sight and out of mind. So dulled are we to reduce the pleas of homeless, veterans and victims of insanity, for simple things that you would take for granted, as mere nuisance.
Burning Towers claim three thousand lives unite the world. Under burning clouds, the public blind, schemes are born and rich men dance. But some one hundred thousand, countless and uncounted, mostly women, children, would then fall quietly without a thud. Buried charred remains, of neighbors, aunts, uncles, wives, sons and daughters, all intertwined and melted in the form of modern art, doesn't raise an eyebrow in the West? Are American lives, then, more important than Iraqi lives? A culture in the ruin. Ours or their's? Its hard to say. Who raised an eyebrow when the lines of nameless meat lined up for senseless slaughter in Holocaust? It wasn't enough a cause to intervene. Not until the cloud of smoke cast from Hawaii, did our empathies succeed.
Now we the people, tools, perpetuate the slaughter with our inaction. It is the moral obligation, traitors of morality, of any half-decent person to care enough to reject the ignorance and educate themselves, and in some way to extend and donate themselves to assauge this massive suffering, injustice.
Being born into the curcumstances to which have brought you here and not into the crosshairs or collaterals of enemy fire, you should be so lucky. Exploit your luck with being endowed with this unique power over your government, for all its worth, to fight for those less lucky. Sacrifice a luxury for another man's necessity. For them. For peace of mind. For the future of mankind
Entreat your neighbor and seize the day.
Sigh...
A task so imperative, so simple and achievable at such small costs. How can it be so undeniably difficult to shake the slumber of this giant within us, the people?
Perhaps I've dreamt a midnight's dream,
forever to be unseen.
Traitors.
With ever passing day my faith in Men dwindles. Why don't people stand up for their convictions, or have them? My own peers, dear friends, are handicapped with apathy, stifling indifference. They claim ignorance, nay embrace it fully, curse them, and enjoy such fruits of bliss that which it reaps. At this I wouldn't lend a frown, but if only we were living in a time less dire.
O bless us! For we should be so lucky as to be living in a time of such a desperate need for change. Our bleeding earth is crying. We need not fight a repressive monarch or regime, nor for the battles of enfranchisement, as did the generations passed. We need not violence in our cause, though a fight we need to fight. The fight against the plague of lethargy: the monarch and disenfranchiser of our time. Slay this sleeping beast before its wake eludes us of our power for a bloodless change. For it is almost too late for some things...
Go back! Back to a time when "We the People.." meant a damn. Spend yourself for something more important than fast cars and pretty things. Innocent lives, starved and massacred. Cuelty, of man and beast. Environment, raped and pillaged. Freedom, slogan for enslavement. So much and more is lost, crushed, to bring you petty Things. Your willful concession to ignorance costs the lives of millions, through war, disease, and hunger. Guilty by association, you who idle by.
Does it help to be so far estranged from all the madness? Out of sight and out of mind. So dulled are we to reduce the pleas of homeless, veterans and victims of insanity, for simple things that you would take for granted, as mere nuisance.
Burning Towers claim three thousand lives unite the world. Under burning clouds, the public blind, schemes are born and rich men dance. But some one hundred thousand, countless and uncounted, mostly women, children, would then fall quietly without a thud. Buried charred remains, of neighbors, aunts, uncles, wives, sons and daughters, all intertwined and melted in the form of modern art, doesn't raise an eyebrow in the West? Are American lives, then, more important than Iraqi lives? A culture in the ruin. Ours or their's? Its hard to say. Who raised an eyebrow when the lines of nameless meat lined up for senseless slaughter in Holocaust? It wasn't enough a cause to intervene. Not until the cloud of smoke cast from Hawaii, did our empathies succeed.
Now we the people, tools, perpetuate the slaughter with our inaction. It is the moral obligation, traitors of morality, of any half-decent person to care enough to reject the ignorance and educate themselves, and in some way to extend and donate themselves to assauge this massive suffering, injustice.
Being born into the curcumstances to which have brought you here and not into the crosshairs or collaterals of enemy fire, you should be so lucky. Exploit your luck with being endowed with this unique power over your government, for all its worth, to fight for those less lucky. Sacrifice a luxury for another man's necessity. For them. For peace of mind. For the future of mankind
Entreat your neighbor and seize the day.
Sigh...
A task so imperative, so simple and achievable at such small costs. How can it be so undeniably difficult to shake the slumber of this giant within us, the people?
Perhaps I've dreamt a midnight's dream,
forever to be unseen.
Traitors.