RISE

Generations

Come and go

No clear cut winners

Rigged human race

Viscous oil slicks

Choke our shores of gilded lust

Counting to a trillion

Still it’s not enough

We grieve perceived lost fortunes

Deceptive opulence

Betrayed birthright

As if we truly prospered

You see

It never was

Merely an illusion

Mortal sleight of hand

Fiat paper

Fancy minted ink

Now we pay the devils due

For our foolishness

Intimidation

Servitude

Torture

Degradation

Time to let it go

Refuse to run for cover

You who hold the weapons

Let them rip I say

No stopping angry multitudes

Who fail to jump when you say “BOO”

Basal sincerity

What it takes to rise

A man without a humble soul

A doomed man indeed

 

 

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2008