Blatant stabs of jitters
and caffeinated desperation
know just how and where to
push
us.
Is it a they, am I a we?
Statements and rambling
questions
push
forward in line but
they're out of order.
A speaker of hope
and frequent lover of
bold microphone stands,
the hopeless
push
for the stage.
Bombs and baby cradles
are not important
during this time, the
money-hungry take advantage
stretch the truth and
push
the innocent.
Helpless creatures are doomed
by their own kind,
but there are the few who
dare to
push
for something worth fighting for.
Mar 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012 at 12:00 AM UTC
Blatant stabs of jitters
and caffeinated desperation
know just how and where to
push
us.
Is it a they, am I a we?
Statements and rambling
questions
push
forward in line but
they're out of order.
A speaker of hope
and frequent lover of
bold microphone stands,
the hopeless
push
for the stage.
Bombs and baby cradles
are not important
during this time, the
money-hungry take advantage
stretch the truth and
push
the innocent.
Helpless creatures are doomed
by their own kind,
but there are the few who
dare to
push
for something worth fighting for.
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