That was all that we knew to
latch onto. This certain sensation of
what we knew to do, and how we can
match a mode of discontent.

All that we knew was that the grimace
of peaces surfaced the pain of underlying greed.
Not all with the food of gratitude, none left
of who could turn themselves into a single thought.

We are broken, and through our teeth we
grab what was past and smash it into
resistance. When screams are faltering to reveal
a song of latitude, all across the world we will

fall and rise from the ashes that were thrown
to blind us. But we have the guard of protection,
from a screen of human feelings so deep it is
impossible for the ruling classes, minority of

the masses, to possess.
This war cries to jubilation, when all we know
has fallen to replace our own souls with
a being completely free in collectivity.


© 27 March 2013