In Memory of Freedom

And so the light fades as the dark set in

Flashes of remnant musings of ages fill the

Senses of a life never lived

As one lies down on a concrete pavement

Cold and hard and barren, he

Thinks of the meal he might have eaten, or

Clothes wrapping his

Nakedness, oblivious to the elements

And in the absence of the simplest

Decency, one wonders why

Many are born only to suffer

It is not the scarcity or the

Laws of nature that

Imprison the

Dispossessed and oppress the

Exploited, kneeding them to kingdom come

But the desire for excess and power. To

Corrupt the juice of

Freedom

And there he lays half-dead, in

Silence.

Insurrection

The time is ripe and the dawn has broken, when the people rise up against the system that oppressed them for so long a time there is nowhere to run but against the Wall. Street is where the war is happening, where voices instead of bullets, and guerrillas in all shapes and forms stand up against corporate oligarchy and elitist-plutocratic-mythical corporate capitalism. It is but fitting for Us, the suffering majority, to take back the power that for so long been deprived, taken, denied, murdered, amputated from the depths of our soul. It is Time to say We are Free! And as free people we shall take our lives back. Enough is enough. We have been oppressed, exploited, abused in more ways than one, blinded, coerced, and lied to, and so they thought that we cannot rise up from our misery. They are Wrong. And so they tremble, as we gather in strength and number, without fear because for so long they have taken every bit of what and who we are that we have nothing to lose. No home, no education, no clean water, no food, no shelter, no clothing, no healthcare, no job. And so they thought that there army of brutes dressed in camou's and plain clothes, pawns at their disposal, can strike us with fear through arrest, harassment, assassination, blackmail. They are Wrong! All we have left is Our Voice, and we will stand by it. Because when a free man and woman and child has nothing left, their voice will be their life, their soul, their shield. We are Free, and shall Fight in Peace as this Declaration of Freedom has granted the citizenry of this planet. Victory will be Ours.

America : The Disillusioned Union

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Drifter

And now you’re gone
Gone away from my embrace
And I carry on
In lonely solace
Ever longing

What has become
It all seemed true and now I lost you
You were my home
And now I am drifting
Endless wandering

You were my life
The dream’s reality
In this rapid fall
I can’t hold on to your memory

All is black
Whispering echoes begging to come back
In absolution
You’re lips
They keep haunting me

And now I’m spent
Holding on to musings
Bits and pieces of
Music we once shared

ignorance is never bliss

for war is not the opposite of peace
nor love is that of hate
fear lingers to those who wage violence
and indifference their weapon

toy is what a gun to a child
an arsenal of greed to a fascist
power consumes and corrupts
hate blinds not by darkness but light

youth stolen to fight wars not their own
selfish are they who send their sons
and daughters to battle
while they drink martini with their concubines

we are but fools on a string
preyed and played
we are but papers yet to be written
for widows of soldiers who had fallen

ignorance is never bliss
for innocence that is
how long shall children suffer?
how long shall mother's grieve?

speak to me of peace

speak to me of peace
when the peasants no longer till the soil of feudalism
and the produce of the land be divided amongst the people

speak to me of peace
when the dungeons are empty
and the silent cries of the prisoners are but echoes too deafening to remember

speak to me of peace
when the mothers no longer weep for their lost sons
and children may no longer be seen bearing arms and not books and pens

speak to me of peace
when religion is no longer synonymous to conflict
and that the name of God is used in worship and not in battle cries

speak to me of peace
when families are no longer coerced to leave their homes and settle in cardboard shanties
and live under the naked skies through scorching heat and blistering cold

speak to me of peace
when fathers will no longer steal and kill
and die only to bring food to the tables

speak to me of peace
when life is no longer about taking but giving
and the human experience is as sweet as the candy cane on a toddler's hand

speak to me of peace
when spirits roam free
and the thoughts can fly like helium-filled balloons on a sunday skyline

speak to me of peace
when we can already speak our minds
and will not be silenced by a thunderous trigger

speak to me of peace
when war is no longer part of our vocabulary
and that peace is no longer a mere state of mind or an ideal but a reality.

wars waging, guns are firing, ideas are crashing like comets come raining
you hear the cries of the innocent and the shouts of the insolent
a never ending calamity barrage of senseless atrocity

city after city they bomb, town after town they rob
out the oppressed and the oppressor coming in
suffering populace longing for God's embrace

why has gone cold? why has evil gone bold?
people of the world never grow old
children are dying with their stories untold

they say it's revenge they are after
a tooth for a tooth is their battle cry clamor
but they did not realize they have lost their mind
an eye for an eye, and the whole world would be blind

peace is not an unreachable ideal to be wept
peace is the goal the treasure that be kept
the love for humanity should what remain
all that spirits desire, spirits attain.