The people who read Vonnegut and Kerouac and Salinger and
Bukowski and Palahnuik
Who walk around in their Kurt Cobain clothes
and James Dean
attitude whom Bob Dylan is their God.
You know who I’m talking about, the rebels without a cause
We’ve seen so many of them in our lives, as characters in
books and films
the modern muses of tortured starving artists
The prophets and the leaders of a revolution to think for
yourself
a revolution that has never come
Many of them were false prophets
just wanting to be cool
and aloof and mysterious
So few were true martyrs, unnoticed by most, warning us
gently that:
Entertainment and Society still bullies people to death
with
marketing and pills and sex
The government still funds the rich and ignores the tired
and the poor,
selling a dream that no longer exists
Church and Religion have forgotten whom they are,
still
playing politics using Jesus as campaign mascot
(for things He would never
support)
Everyone is aware of the problem and complains how none of
it is fair
But the thing is that you and I are
We are the problem.
We are society.
We are the government.
We are the church.
See, that savior we look for who can cause change is always
ultimately you
It requires risk, sacrifice, selflessness, change, and thought
Are you willing to no longer be a false prophet, but to be a
martyr?
-a stab at poetry by yours truly-
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