I heard a voice from years ago:
Solidarity has come of age.
Echoed songs heard throughout the streets
of lessons learned from Gandhi and King.
For what had been promised
was a brand new way,
yet the poor received nothing
at the end of the day.
So quiet were the thieves
that stole the people’s dreams.
Silently packaged and bundled
then secretly sold overseas.
Unknowing, the concrete hive
hand-crafted a perfect plan,
sold our kids as collateral
to live monetary selfish lives.
Sworn to serve, embedded with pride,
a young warrior’s blood ran thick -
staining sand of foreign land.
All for black oil in a can
or was the repression, depression, taxation
that broke the silent majority’s back?
I never thought I would live
long enough to see
a new generation’s uprising,
claiming their voice, now free.
“Raging against the machine.”
I watched for years,
the youth blindly squeezed
into the fitted mold
of a stolen society.
Cookies cut by MTV
distracting minds of our youth.
Disregarding the discontent;
ignoring the rumblings underground.
Oh! to my surprise when I saw
the young, arm in arm with the aged
at last take a stand. A loud stand!
To finally break free
from the cage.
Peace be with all of you.
☮TheMsLvh © 2011
Image from #OccupyBerkley Riots Nov.9, 2011
Riot Police wanted students off the grass.
For the dVerse Poetics Prompt on idioms: http://dversepoets.com/2011/11/12/poetics-what-did-you-call-me/.
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