Concrete Hive

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/.
Click on Award for details

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  1. November 12, 2011 at 4:45 pm

    is this supposed to be about “Occupy Wall Street”

  2. November 12, 2011 at 4:56 pm

    Glad you’re back in blog action!!! :)

  3. November 12, 2011 at 5:06 pm

    nice….you capture well the mood of the moment…if only we could all join together what would they do…here locally they brought in bull dozers to push all the OWS people out of the public park…ugh…nice spin…

  4. November 12, 2011 at 5:22 pm

    Good poetic take on the current situation!

  5. November 12, 2011 at 5:42 pm

    I agree with Mary…a good take on the current situation…a slice of life preserving the moment. Thank you.
    Peace,
    Siggi in Downeast Maine

  6. November 12, 2011 at 5:50 pm

    Yay, you’re back and writing with passion, shout it out!

  7. November 12, 2011 at 5:56 pm

    I miss reading your poems…this is a nice reflection, one I am empathize very well. I am happy for the youth caring deeply for our society’s ills and concerns.

    Happy weekend ~

  8. November 12, 2011 at 6:17 pm

    Love the way you used idioms for a contemporary issue :)

  9. November 12, 2011 at 6:34 pm

    One thing for sure about oppression: at some point, the human spirit will always rise. I love this and also love the photo of idealistic youth pressing for much needed change. Awesome!

  10. November 12, 2011 at 6:45 pm

    Nice capture of the political warfare in our country right now. I like this:

    Cookies cut by MTV
    distracting the minds of the youth.

  11. November 12, 2011 at 9:04 pm

    I’ve been thinking lately that we need to hit the streets again. A good revolution is in order! Excellent.

  12. Gay
    November 12, 2011 at 9:13 pm

    Right on, sister! OMG we said it loud, we said it long, we walked the streets with placards all night long…and nothing but lies, lies, lies. Didn’t matter the party or president. All lies, all business, all fair in greed and war. Now I’m old; my generation huge, idealistic, old and not as bright, sassy and free as we wanted to be. Now less than we were.

  13. November 12, 2011 at 10:21 pm

    So glad to see you back :)
    You’ve done this well and captured the issue brilliantly…”the young, arm in arm with the aged” very powerful!

  14. November 13, 2011 at 12:55 am

    think it’s awesome how you wove the idioms into a political poem..not an easy job but really well done…and good when old and young stand together..

  15. the word bar
    November 13, 2011 at 1:38 am

    I’ve been observing our world for sometime now, and could feel the rumbling under my feet and just smiled.. If we don’t take back lost power, speak up respectfully then all is lost..

    You have captured these scenarios very well here..
    viva la revolution (w/out violence)!!!!
    Lynne

  16. November 13, 2011 at 7:46 pm

    you have really captured what this movement is about – caught it and run with it
    :)

  17. November 14, 2011 at 8:34 pm

    Damn, Ms L, you have done it. This is the best account of the Occupy movement, as well as events leading up to it, that I’ve read so far.

    Your take on youth hearing the rallying cry… I was in tears. Something had to shake us all out of the glazed-over zombiefest of the last ten years (yes, I am including thusfar in our president’s term). The fact that youth are out in droves (they were here in Madison, in support of their teachers’ union as well) makes me SO PROUD. God bless them and God bless you, lady. Amy
    http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/11/08/o-men/

  18. Mike Patrick
    November 14, 2011 at 9:13 pm

    The arm must be okay, you can make a fist. Welcome back, you’ve been missed.

  19. November 17, 2011 at 4:05 am

    Great piece. Inspiring and encouraging words, that I know reflect some of the relief we should feel, however it also tells me to not be so inspired, encouraged or relieved. It’s similar to the protests in London that ‘Occupied’ St. Paul’s Cathedral because they couldn’t occupy the FTSE London Stock Exchange. Lack of leadership, lack of coherent message, lack of media management. I may be cynical, but to borrow a phrase from a little red book, we need a permanent revolution, not a flash in the proverbial pan, and it ain’t gonna happen when the protesters inherently reject leadership and heirarchy. Sorry, I’ve bloviated too much now. Anyway, lovely write :-)

  20. November 17, 2011 at 11:48 am

    This is an elegant write.

    Hope all is well,

    welcome joining poets rally week 56 today, best.

  21. November 21, 2011 at 5:41 am

    Have nominated you for the Liebster Award. See here for more details!
    http://theedexperience.wordpress.com/2011/11/21/awards-and-such/

  22. November 21, 2011 at 7:15 am

    it’s so great to have one of the best poets in the blogosphere back and writing at the highest level once again. Love the socially conscious message and relevance of this!

    Pearl. S. Buck talks about this type of popular reaction in Good Earth — it happens when the gap between the have and the have nots become too wide.

    Excellent poem!

  23. November 22, 2011 at 10:01 am

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  24. November 24, 2011 at 12:36 pm

    I find this poem and this movement very hopeful. And the jaded cynicism of the concrete hivers is just astounding beyond words.

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