Activist, interrupted…

occupy-london-protests Activist, interrupted  

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I am caged up by comfort

Degraded by constant distraction

Drowned by this deluge of information

that leaves me knowing nothing

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Once my world was monochromed

In the dark lay corporation, empire, profit

Freedom, justice, peace – they danced in the light

And though the duality was naïve

I knew my enemy

.

When did I sign the armistice?

Was it the career?

The mortgage?

Either way I am defeated

Wheezing still from old mustard gas

.

But tonight

By the light of hooded flashlights

There will be a small Revolutions

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