Truth To Power

Entry by: Maje

3rd March 2017
HISTORY IS DEAD!
They said
those cults of the expert
the legions of technocrats
economists/bankers.
Years then decades in control
in studios suited up
voices soothing
repeating ad nauseam
everything is fine
look away.

And we the people sitting
thinking a linear progression -
my granddad worked the land
my children will be doctors.
Drinking the cool aid
as bits of country fell away
feralised.
Left to fend for themselves
the Detroit rust belt
keeping no ones trousers up.

(But humming away in the background
almost imperceptible our title music:-

"The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live. "...........)

Further deep into the heart of darkness
Vicodined water supplies
making Friday night lights
ex high school athletes
emasculated
unemployed.
Pain free now
with no antidote
dreaming forever
of that perfect touchdown
that perfect cheerleader
and ever and ever and ever.....

In their slumping shadows
sit obsolete factories
sit obsolete promises
sit obsolete parents in front of vomiting tv's:-
Dah dah dah dah dah Macdonalds
vursprung durch technik
thigh-oh-ta!
Screaming off their heads
between real housewives of..
hoarders
and 600lb's
don't become one of us
get the f.. k out!

"You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out"

She sits alone in a run down park
beside an old tree
ghosts swinging.
The bitter fruit at her feet
squeezed lemons.
Exhausted she is from a daily struggle to inspire.
Quiet now -
Thinking about?
How she should not speak out
leave it to others to tell the truth.
But I can't she whispers
the revolution has already started in my head.

"The revolution takes place in your mind. Once you change your mind and decide that there's something wrong that you want to effect that's when the revolution takes place. "

A person standing alone
turns to the seat of power
and says enough.

Now the revolution really is live bro............

(all sentences in quotation marks are from the poet/musician Gil Scott-Heron)