Inspired by Love
Just finished watching Def Poetry on HBO and figured I'd try some stream of conscienciousness. Bear with me though. It's passed 3 AM, so a lot of this is a bit random.
ELECTION RANT, RALLY CHANT
Incessant drone, a constant moan, throw me a fuckin' bone! I GROAN! Man! Shut the hell up! What did YOU do, huh!? Man the tower! Battlestations! No? Just sat back for the ride, didn't ya. Safe in a dorm room, a home, a park, a street, reading a book sittin' back in that comfy seat. Where were YOU when it hit? When with the power of suggestion, the world condemned and advertised terror. When with terror comes more terror, killing breeds more killing. Today's fatherless sons, tomorrows vengeful "insurgents". An unending cycle of hatred and fear. Fear of the unknown, a blind pride in an empty conquest. A front, projection. A nation duped, drowning in the hatred into which we're all born. Born to hate: racists, nationalists, pride, these colors don't run! BULLSHIT!! That's all these colors do. Running from ourselves, our past, a nation so afraid of itself. A nation founded on hypocracy! Coming to the new land, free from religious persecution just to murder those "savages" unwilling to convert to our so-called precious "way of life." I seem to remember a little phrase...hmmm...let me see..."Thou shalt NOT KILL!" That seems pretty straight forward to me. But then again, it's all about interpretation, isn't it? Hang those Ten Commandments in that court house! What's it gonna do? When our leaders, our examples, our supposed heros who claim them, don't live by them! What now? A nation founded on Christian ideals. A melting pot? Please, you know better than that. Welcome to Christian land! Where life is as sweet as strawberry wine and the grass is as green as the money we threw away destroying YOUR country. Money we could have spent leaving NO CHILD left behind, money we could have spent feeding the homeless: the only real human beings in this country. People who know the consequences first hand, whose gourmet meal consists of saltines and ketchup, HEINZ ketchup. Don't forget them! The panhandlers, that torn man asking for some loose change, banging a ragged Wendy's cup on the cold pavement. He knows what America REALLY is and the people, the hatred, the greed that pollutes it. He knows because he is without. And I pity and envy him. So remind yourself of the emptyness you gain in the money you attain, insane with the MAIN...stream, obscene dream obsessed with the gold, never realizing what we SHOULD so dearly hold, but of course instead heartlessly sold the day we told the NATION'S bold to mold the laws that govern the whole. A fuckin' "moral majority" 51% decides the fate of the other 49%. A state of States, irate in debate of the election's unruly rate. What's at stake? When tears of hatred and sorrow change absolutely nothing! When that comfy seat starts lookin' pretty damn good again. Nothing changes! So go back home to that safe environment free of rent with the scent of the wild flowers you so take for granted. And when that door closes, you choose to loose that self respect, that true pride, that feeling of fulfillment when you were NOTHING. When you were the one banging that metaphorical Wendy's cup on the pavement trying to reach the mainstream. When you had that dream that possibly the world might wake up and scream, and work and change, exchange those hypocrites that give all of us bad names. A new hope with wider scope so we can all cope with the world as all and nothing. So I ask again: Where we you when it hit? Sitting? As tyrants mop every teardrop we'd try and stop as we dry out the eye to rid the mind we often find cluttered with the hatred our so-called leaders like to remind us of. Fuck it! You know what? It doesn't matter. Because it's here and now and the future ahead instead that concerns me and should concern you. So my NEW question is: so what ya gonna do? Sit in that comfy seat? Or meet, greet and defeat those who so greedily TAKE that comfy seat? It's just a thought, perhaps it could be more. But, YOU'VE GOT TO MAKE IT HAPPEN.
ELECTION RANT, RALLY CHANT
Incessant drone, a constant moan, throw me a fuckin' bone! I GROAN! Man! Shut the hell up! What did YOU do, huh!? Man the tower! Battlestations! No? Just sat back for the ride, didn't ya. Safe in a dorm room, a home, a park, a street, reading a book sittin' back in that comfy seat. Where were YOU when it hit? When with the power of suggestion, the world condemned and advertised terror. When with terror comes more terror, killing breeds more killing. Today's fatherless sons, tomorrows vengeful "insurgents". An unending cycle of hatred and fear. Fear of the unknown, a blind pride in an empty conquest. A front, projection. A nation duped, drowning in the hatred into which we're all born. Born to hate: racists, nationalists, pride, these colors don't run! BULLSHIT!! That's all these colors do. Running from ourselves, our past, a nation so afraid of itself. A nation founded on hypocracy! Coming to the new land, free from religious persecution just to murder those "savages" unwilling to convert to our so-called precious "way of life." I seem to remember a little phrase...hmmm...let me see..."Thou shalt NOT KILL!" That seems pretty straight forward to me. But then again, it's all about interpretation, isn't it? Hang those Ten Commandments in that court house! What's it gonna do? When our leaders, our examples, our supposed heros who claim them, don't live by them! What now? A nation founded on Christian ideals. A melting pot? Please, you know better than that. Welcome to Christian land! Where life is as sweet as strawberry wine and the grass is as green as the money we threw away destroying YOUR country. Money we could have spent leaving NO CHILD left behind, money we could have spent feeding the homeless: the only real human beings in this country. People who know the consequences first hand, whose gourmet meal consists of saltines and ketchup, HEINZ ketchup. Don't forget them! The panhandlers, that torn man asking for some loose change, banging a ragged Wendy's cup on the cold pavement. He knows what America REALLY is and the people, the hatred, the greed that pollutes it. He knows because he is without. And I pity and envy him. So remind yourself of the emptyness you gain in the money you attain, insane with the MAIN...stream, obscene dream obsessed with the gold, never realizing what we SHOULD so dearly hold, but of course instead heartlessly sold the day we told the NATION'S bold to mold the laws that govern the whole. A fuckin' "moral majority" 51% decides the fate of the other 49%. A state of States, irate in debate of the election's unruly rate. What's at stake? When tears of hatred and sorrow change absolutely nothing! When that comfy seat starts lookin' pretty damn good again. Nothing changes! So go back home to that safe environment free of rent with the scent of the wild flowers you so take for granted. And when that door closes, you choose to loose that self respect, that true pride, that feeling of fulfillment when you were NOTHING. When you were the one banging that metaphorical Wendy's cup on the pavement trying to reach the mainstream. When you had that dream that possibly the world might wake up and scream, and work and change, exchange those hypocrites that give all of us bad names. A new hope with wider scope so we can all cope with the world as all and nothing. So I ask again: Where we you when it hit? Sitting? As tyrants mop every teardrop we'd try and stop as we dry out the eye to rid the mind we often find cluttered with the hatred our so-called leaders like to remind us of. Fuck it! You know what? It doesn't matter. Because it's here and now and the future ahead instead that concerns me and should concern you. So my NEW question is: so what ya gonna do? Sit in that comfy seat? Or meet, greet and defeat those who so greedily TAKE that comfy seat? It's just a thought, perhaps it could be more. But, YOU'VE GOT TO MAKE IT HAPPEN.