Lighting the wick

I'm sick and tired of living in a world thats not my own

A stranger in a foreign land from which all sense has flown

A tourist who's disgusted at the debauchery of Rome,

I'll leave behind the madness in my quest to find a home

Breaking us all down till we no longer know our parts,

measuring things in gold on scales made for weighing hearts

They are fostering amnesia, our divinity forgotten

The apple on the screens perfect, but the core is rank and rotten

A military mentality of a war that never ends

Communism, the war on drugs, and now Osama's friends

When military spending decides the direction science travels

death is what we're making whilst the art of life unravels

Fan the flames of hatred, ban the burqa in our fear,

watch the heads of Europe make the Roma disappear 

And if we all stand silently, eyes down and our heads bowed,

when they finally come to take us not a voice will speak aloud

I know that you are out there, i hear your whispers on the breeze

A tribe of abstract angles unified by our degrees 

Individual links that in their parts create the whole,

for more than gold or land thats is the treasure that they stole

A billion tiny droplets form a flood to wash away

a society of sleepwalkers existing in the grey

Obedient little children never questioning the rules

A multitude of cogs and gears, forgetting we're the tools

Revolutionary action is whats needed to progress,

for every day the ruling fold are thinking of you less

Pawns for the economy, cannon fodder in their wars,

spending cash consuming all their products in their stores 

Organic statistics, flesh and blood numbers on a page,

a sense of alienation, and a steady building rage

A voice inside thats screaming this is not what life's about,

manufactured insecurities stifle the urge to shout

So i sit with wick and flint in hopes of shedding a spark

An eruptions what is needed, leading us out of the dark

A tribe thats bought together with a vision that is shared,

and for the coming battle you had better be prepared

I would lay my life down for tolerance and love,

a lesson taught by those that we keep sending back above

The difference is my cheek won't turn, instead a fist will rise

For my heart is full of fire, although love opened my eyes

Reviews

[Just me]

Your poems are so laden with meaning and emotion. Very powerful sentiments. Thanks for sharing.