It's difficult to change the world,
In bedlam, screams are seldom heard,
If verse and prose could shape the times,
Then war and hate would be old crimes,
Forgotten, distant memories
Romantics would Write eulogies,
To fallen heroes, in their graves,
Who wrote a reason to be saved
Unfortunate, we, so human now,
I suckle at this sacred cow,
Just like you, my newest friend,
There's people who would see our end.
There's people now who occupy,
And ones without the will to try,
So comfortable now, so secure,
Insurance, tefal pans and more!
A creature of technology,
That grew from wires and circuitry,
A mask of etymology,
Luck, chance and fortuity.
Souls wicked and besmirched,
Dandelions poke through the dirt.
Gas and fire and pepper spray,
make the protests fall away
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