in it.
revolution its a deep mourning that has awoken in my soul. as my mind becomes more aware my spirit has begun to grieve the death of love-- slowly, secretly, being stifled. our oppression has been so subtle that we haven't any idea:
this is not who we are.
this is not what we are meant for.
we are not consumers.
we are creators.
we are artists,
with our hands removed, our legs crippled, our ears deafened, our bright eyes dimmed by a language of more. a society of ill-satisfaction has left us wanting, waning. we, the human race, a natural resource, is depleting, disappearing. not before our eyes, not right underneath our nose, if it were a snake it would have bitten us. we have been bitten. we have been bitten by the corporate bug and we are dying. hate is not the opposite of love. greed is the opposite of love. corporate is the opposite of love. we have been bought and are being owned. they are controlling the love out of us. love is dying. we are dying and its not alright. i'm not okay with it. this is an acknowledgment; a plea, a bargain, a beg for help.
Reader Comments (2)
I love, love, love this.
Thank you.
you don't have to thank me.
i'm just glad i was able to get it out.
thank YOU for reading it!