The Ides of November

to have or have not
is the
Shakespearean question,
that is now
newly defined,
for the game has been
too long fixed,
and the need
for change
signals to Us
that it’s about time!

the prophets of our
times no longer speak from
lofty towers gleamed with gold.
nor in the senate chambers
where the policies
are impotent and callously cold,

not in the pulpits
where God’s word
has been scandalized
nor with those
Wall Street Demi-Gods
who have stolen more
than will ever be realized,

the new prophets
are now calling
their message is now
taken to the streets,

a new wisdom.
a new promise
a nourishing truth
that is the
food that we eat,

We’re a new generation
with a voice
Reminiscent
of another age,

where the same lies
were sold as truth
that jumpstarted
the Rebellion and the Rage,

there is a deep brooding,
a disconnect from
any and all
common sense,

We’re in an anxious state
of indeterminate suspense
an impending
doom surrounds us
and a call to the evil ones
to better repent!
,
our dreams
will soon be
Destined to
the ash-heaps,
Thinking small is
the latest mantra
of this day,

forget about the longing
for what others
seem to possess,

for their wealth
is ever illusive,
and will soon be
a fast fading away,

civil strife,
is a baby step
toward a
Worldwide Class War,

Causalities will soon be rising,
as blood stained victims
will soon be
decorating the floor,

winners are now the losers,
the rich deserve the
thorny crowns of the day,

there is no nobility
in their greediness,
only a curse for the victims
that were made to bow
to their
piggy and gluttonous ways,

twit picks spill info
on the latest
law enforcement attacks
downtown LA is now
a war zone,
and
Viva’ the revolution is heralded
and there is
no turning back.

for there is no longer
a remnant of a once
upon a time
Temporal peace,
for there is only
the will to survive
for the hungry ones
that need to eat,

let the innocent
now run
for any shelter,
that’s if there are any
to be found,

for the enemy
is now amongst us,
Entrenched and
battle bound,

the Police
have now stormed
‘ The Occupation’
where shanty towns are
targeted to dismantle & destroy,

that Occupiers
are running for
higher ground
as the Authorities
have made their dictum,
the park
is theirs to now
redeploy,

LA is just the microcosm
of a world wide eruption
that cannot be contained,
Inequality has reached it’s
Boiling point,
and the resulting madness
is as a
virus to the brain,

Harmonic convergence
is now seen as
Society’s resurgence,

whose clarion call
has sounded
Announcing
‘We Are’
the new Hero’s
soon Emergence;

for ‘We’
are the
Common Man‘s
Revolutionary Front
‘We’ are
prime time,
and hungry
and ready for the hunt…

so count me in
as a slender fighter
for what’s good and right,
that’s me on the
‘Frontline’
Empowered with a
Righteous might,

against the scourge of
Willful hate,
that when it falls
has an oppressive weight,

on innocent prey
with kindly minds,
who can never fathom
the prevailing evil
that continues to bind,

and whose powers
Suppress our very will to act,
by their violent oppression,
to keep in line,
us
Peace driven Maniacs,

their continuing lies
Increase their
vice like grip,

at a deadly cost
for the fragile ones
who are too weak,
not too
slip,

and yet,
i cannot help
but to fight,
and try to
Vanquish their
Insidious cause,


yet bloody violence
forces me to
Prayerfully pause ,

and ask myself why
i must implore
the means that i despise,
to right the wrongs
that still
damage our lives,

for it’s impossible
for me
to stand idle & numb,
while the dearest of people
are getting struck dumb,

and natures gifts such
as the air that we breath
is being supplanted by
chemical wheeze,

and yet
i still will try
to alter fate,
me, a slender thread
of specific weight,

for i
as the rest
have endured
far too much
of the powers
that control,

and that have
used ‘Us’ as a crutch
to lean on…
for too freakin’ long…

‘so what’s to do
to straighten the line,
to take back what’s ours,
with peace in our hearts

and Insurrection
in our minds…
I do Wonder….