The Change You Want To See

 

It is always the time for revolution

It is always the time for self-righteousness

It is always the time for hypocrisy

Topple the statues, but leaves the idols in your heart untouched

Scream at sinners, but claim that you are good

Smash the state, but bite the hand that feeds you

If not now, when will you humble yourself?

Be the change you want to see

If this is the future you want, be very afraid

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Garage

 

Keep me safe

Hide me away

It’s in your best interests

Shelter me from the storms

Protect me from the wicked

We’ll love you for it

Rejoice over me

Sing aloud, beat that drum

We give you thanks

Check me over

See if I’m defective

Keep me in your loving arms

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Finished

 A 2020 poem

I am sad

Mourning for a lost world

It is finished

I am sad 

Not for myself

I’m flying out of here on a cloud

I am sad

How much longer 

Humanity never changes

And yet

The actions of a minority

Destroy the bigger picture

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Words Fail

 A 2020 poem

Having eyes

He sees nothing

Having ears

He hears nothing

Having a heart

You get where this is going…

Nobody admits they were wrong

Nobody admits they are proud

Nobody against nobody

Nobody backs down

No shame

No guilt

No fear

No sense of self awareness

Words do nothing

You see this all the time…

Dog against dog

Dog eats dog

Dog chases its own tail

Dog eats itself

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Inside, Outside

 A 2020 poem

Wearing a smile

And yet a bag of bones

Putrefying, stinking mass

Bubbling, boiling

Troubling, toiling

Wearing a scowl

Choice morsel of anger

Arrogant, fetid mass

Self, righteous

Self righteous

WYSIWYG

Or maybe not

Is it in the eyes

Or in the soul

A whole hole

Inside, be clean

Outside, be bright

In God’s image

Shining, light

Shining light

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Hemisemidemiquaver

 A 2020 poem

Sometimes we all mean the same thing
Only we say it in different ways
And sometimes this is an illusion
A way to make us feel like one big happy family

As for me, I am the least of the least
The smallest of the small
A mere inconsequential nothing
And yet still highly valued by the creator of music

You can get lost in a crowd
If you’re really skillful you may be able to avoid them
Life wouldn’t be the same without you
You are needed and loved

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Holding On

 A 2020 poem

Holding on

With a vice-like grip

To every last shred of human dignity

As it departs

Piece by piece

The forgetfulness

The vomit she sits in

The yellow stain of wet appearing

Ringing the bell

Falls asleep

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