When…

I can’t take it anymore… the lies, the open deceit,
Perpetrated against us by our leaders,
By our media outlets,
Propagated and taught in our schools – colleges and universities and I’m left scratching my head,
Wondering at first alone,
And now aloud,
WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO WAKE UP???

Believe me,
There is no amount of coffee smelling that will assist
To this solemn reality,
There is a war being waged,
AGAINST YOU,
Against all that our founding fathers held dear,
And up until very recently beyond reproach,
An intergenerational tyranny;
Our form of government,
Our very freedom is under attack,
And not by Al – Qaeda,
Nor the IRA, ETA or the Taliban,
Our own institutions are being used against us,
19% at a time
And with the stroke of a pen you and I have no recourse,
Caffeine hitting you yet?

When are you going to realize that everything that you hold dear,
Is a lie,
Fabricated by men in ivory towers,
The same military industrial complex that Eisenhower warned against,
Save that now it is in control,
War is business,
Business is profit,
Lies…
Constantly,
Free market and democracy,
Have you been paying attention?

What free market?
Where?
Governments around the world,
Shortsighted and filled with green in their eyes,
Deregulated almost every sector of the economy,
And those hawks,
Both military and corporate,
Far and wide,
Took governments to the cleaners,
Wall Street rejoiced,
As governments too blind, too stupid or just plain shorting us all,
Gave way to the almighty dollar,
One credit default swap and foreclosure at a time.

Like Gecko said,
Greed is Good,
And he said so from his Ivory Tower,
And now history,
As always repeats itself,
Because we,
The ones with the real power,
Pay no attention to the real machinations,
That keep us comfortable,
And dumb as mules,
Hi ho hi ho its off to work we go,
And yet we are paid,
In real dollars less than we would have been paid in 1985,
And yet our productivity has gone through the roof, up almost 50%
Making millions, billions and trillions,
For people that don’t need it…
And have no intention of sharing (let alone caring).

So I ask you,
WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO SMELL JUAN VALDEZ,
Participate, while you can,
For soon our choices,
Our freedoms,
Our comfy way of life,
Will be assaulted again,
As if it never stopped…
And believe me, it didn’t,
It’s okay though, change the channel… Isn’t Survivor on?
McLuhan screaming from the grave as he rolls over for the final time.

I ask you,
When is enough enough,
And when will our ideals,
Reach far and wide,
And become reality?

SDM

Star Above

I look to the stars,
And discover a fire,
Burning inside of me,
A desire to change the world,
Starting with what we see,
Reality,
Relative,
Shaded by perception,
But in this age,
We seem led by deception,
A sly game,
Of three card Monty,
That we’re never meant to win,
Except enough to suck us in,
I smile as in the moons glow,
I begin to realize what we need to know,
It starts with in,
Understanding our souls,
Feeling our spirits,
And learning to let go,
Each moment,
Each hour and day,
Filled with choice and opportunity,
If only we could see,
How beautiful this world is,
And how beautiful it could be,
I look to the stars,
And the great out there,
And wonder will this world ever be fair,
Will we ever right our wrongs,
And realize the hope of our songs,
The dreams of poets, lovers and artists of all sorts,
I see the sky,
And the promise that it makes,
And it starts with me,
That’s all it takes,
We are the champions of our destiny,

What will you choose?

SDM

Babylon Concerns Me Thus

Babylon concerns me thus;
Our hearts and minds littered with deceit,
The little lies we’ve told,
Ostensibly for our own protection,
Yet are we truly protected,
Or merely cogs in a very big wheel,
Allowing deceit and corruption,
To mount an unrelenting attack,
On the very core of our social fabric,
This marked decay worsens by the day,
Yet we are blinded by our own choices,
Seemingly irrelevant,
But are they?

Historically,
Our understanding of Babylon,
Is tainted,
As we are,
By our own design,
Either unwilling or unable,
To see through our modern creature comforts,
To realize consciously or otherwise,
Just how close we are,
Living each day,
Not just with the sins of our fathers,
But also our own.

As consumers,
Buying the little,
Seemingly innocuous lies we’re told,
About pimple creams and cars,
Ice cream and clothes,
Soft drinks and even the news,
Hook, line and sinker,
While men in suits,
Predominantly men make no mistake about that,
Sit aloft our bought and paid for ivory towers.

Babylon concerns me thus,
That behind well crafted and delivered media campaigns,
Our ignorance is preyed upon,
And the reward for our continued silence is the tenuous balance we call,
COMFORTS.

Babylon can not exist unchecked – History can and will repeat itself; Dramatically!

SDM