Step 1

The ruin of a nation
begins in the homes of its people
Pumped poison through media
twists minds
and overflows into
word of mouth marketing
Fans the fires of this
hollow revolution
We are anger
and fear
and sickness
Grasping at illusions
Calling them truths

No longer land of the free
or home of the brave
We allowed ourselves
to be enslaved
and traded brave for blind
We are creatures
seeking comforts
Not caring the price
We neglect our ancestors
and deprive our youth


We reminisce over the “good ol’ days”
but they never existed
There was never a time of peace
There was never a point of equality
This life has NEVER been fair
or Just
or easy
or painless
We strive for a perfection
none of us have ever known

We allow puppet masters
to pull at our strings
We bound the ropes ourselves
Checked to be sure
the knots were secure
and painted our false masks of contentment
They didn’t take power
We gave it -
Willingly

We let the fire in our souls settle
We outsourced our struggle
We traded in our backbones
for comfortable seats
to sit our overindulged
glottoned asses

We went from survivors
to observers
From warriors
to whiners
We use the faces of the
sick, dead, and abused
as martyrs for a revolution
we can’t even commit to
We care more about the
damage of words
than the very real
every day
damage done with actions

Remember how they used
to speak louder than words?

We cry out against
everything
The overflow of options
that feeds our ADHD
of activism

Unsure who to be angry with
because it’s hard to accept
your mistakes
and failures
Hard to take the blame
when the mess is too large to clean
The truth is a pill
too hard to swallow
In order to change
we need to let go
of comfort
And sobering up
Is never a pleasant process

Step 1: Admit you have a problem