Louder

Louder  1/20/2015

Is it luck

Or coincidence

That if you stretch out your neck

Someone will chop it off.

The most dangerous enemy

Is the one behind

The one you did not know

Hungered for your life.

Many eat the food

Set in a dish

Gobbling it up

And begging for more.

But more and more

Even fools are awakened

As the math adds up

Two, four and six.

You can see it

And you can feel it

Underneath the lies

The spreading of knowledge

And truth. 

We hunger for what is real

And eat whenever we can

But the fix is always in

Predictable and bland.

Rehearsed and predictable

The winners and the losers

A make believe fairly tale

Masquerading as real. 

If you can think

Then you can imagine

But if you can grow

Then nothing is impossible.

The hard work

Is ahead

Because evil never sleeps

And never gives up.  

Hiding in the underbrush

And waiting to strike

When we get bored

And we get tired.

Underneath the drama

And behind the hashtag

There remains the narrative

Relentlessly moving

In only one direction. 

As individuals we know

And as a group we try

With what little we have

In spite of lies.

But often

Even many voices

Are ignored

As if it never happened. 

The message is clear

That it does not matter

In the hopes that you will go

And calmly disappear.   

But my money

Is on the rebel

Sticking around

Longer than expected.

Rising up

And opening his mouth

With everything to gain

And nothing to lose. 

Against the grain

Pushing up
And pushing out

No matter how useless it seems

Or how much they are attacked