Revolution

Strangled streets, a wilderness

Of death and love and lies,

Beggars become millionaires

When a nomad dream survives.

Often voices stretch our ears,

With a volume that is strained,

Telling us that none are free

As the art of hope is stained.

Evil has it’s way with hearts

Naive to the resolution

Of disdain seeking it’s goal,

It’s time for revolution.

Crafted as a writer’s book

Telling a tale that is worn,

The magician’s sleight of hand

Holds belief that’s wrought and torn.

And we sit back and watch television

Filling our minds with sludge,

Change the channel, does not matter,

Corporations will not budge.

Gather all your friends and lovers,

Inscribe a brand new constitution,

The time has finally come

For a revolution.