Yesterday

Youth, naive innocence

processing information

through lenses of clear

untainted purity -

I recall those days,

blissfully observing

environmental aspects

of life - feeling intense

emotions and passions

that could not be explained.

Logic was futile, 

I just felt, and

that was more real

than anything.

Today I see my faults,

Yearning for my roots

to expand out and bring

forth the fruit of the past.

The drive for justice

has been pacified by

the constant beating

of the work drum.  Feed

the ever lasting economy,

feed your family,

feed your mind,

feed...

Consumption is our purpose,

and I fought it for so long,

Minimalist, non-conformist 

(not by appearance),

and overall rebel with a

cause - Anarchy.

Freedoms ripped away,

speech watched, and

any opinion can be repudiated,

measured, judged, and 

found to be faulty.

It's my word against yours,

and the mob rules by 

design.  Runs over the rights

of everyone... walk on

egg shells, fragile and

scared to speak up.

Where did the heroes of old go?

Conformed into leadership roles...

Where did the people go?

Enslaved by their masters.

Revolutions rarely succeed...

Yesterday,"they" screamed

for  peace and equality - 

today, "they" bring

police brutality.

Some things never change.

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