Call To Arms
We live in an era of progressive construction,
Evolved through destruction,
Enticed by seduction,
Technological progression,
Through corporate aggression,
Natures regression is the muted confession,
I want to be freed,
From this gravitas of greed
I want more hope,
Than this slippery slope,
I’d like to relax but I’m watching for cracks,
I’d like a breath that’s not tainted with death.
Don’t look at me through hidden eyes,
You see the reality of living these lies,
I know theres a need to demonstrate hope,
But a hangman doesn’t pretend there’s no rope.
The truth can be damning,
For real it can hurt,
But our generation must acknowledge and assert,
That all of the good and all of the change,
Is only the start of what needs rearranged,
So listen and learn,
Don’t leave it to others,
Its my call to arms,
To my sisters and brothers,
Let’s do more than what we have done,
Silent no more,
For no more shall we run.
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