violent voices inspired by
dreams of freedom lost
stalk streets of paved tyranny
and God-knows-what-else
marking times with chants of meaning
and eyes of innocents turned to tv sets
this anarchy is not televised
these broken backs beat on sidewalks
now, not in a dystopian future of a novel
this is not a history book come to life
this is the mistake we repeat
power-hungry war eating simple lives while
satiation comes far at hand
unchanging, fate wears on
and differences will be made in due time
but the calendar just changed
and its time for untamed tongues
to set the clocks
