Children of the Revolution

voices
make their choices
in the game --
to remain
loyal, or abstain
and stunt reputation
for self gratification.

get real
profits of career soon heal
the sacrifice of bold ideal --
when the grey suits in the system
say: preserving status quo, is the wisdom
in this play. other tunes, are moments of fame --
memorable then forgotten in the main
stagnating stream of politics,
where embedded institutions share the same
out of tune,
out of reach hot air balloon
playing unmusical licks
treading us down in the gravity
of tribal tricks
with ghost notes
wearing uniforms of haved normality
in the foreground
and background
with loaded guns inside
and outside
their tunic coats --
ready to suppress any massed intention
of Bastille insurrection.

you don't have the right to repeal my name,
or make me think and do the same
as you.
your way, is extinction --
only seconds
as time reckons,
a philosophy founded on myths,
twisted in technological trysts
tuned to suit you.