A People Betrayed

You dont have to be moved, we are already in a revolution A different kind, one where futures are decided on couches in front of the television. One which undoes it all Implanting the seeds that usurp men and women; both old and young along with their hot blooded ideals. I make a imaginery toast to a time when we raised fists in unison. While I watch in much intrigue and an impending sense of horror, a tide wiping the minds of the free of all that is red With the sterility of modern celluloid fiction. The profane fantasies consisting of comic book superheroes fighting crime. Morphed, rudimentary ideas of justice. Just another vulgar display of neo liberal superficiality. Meanwhile my mind wanders far away To the remote and torrid jungles of nowhere My comrade mothers her child who is to be weaned off of her bossom, It Blissfully titters at the breathtaking landscape now under seige. As she cuddles her child, her eyes peer into the vastness. Her heroes are dead, but not her resilience.