This is
a call to arms.
There
are dubious activities taking place right beneath our noses. Now is critical;
this time and place in history is imperative. The globalized world, with
technology that allows for nearly infinite knowledge (a digitized Library of
Alexandria), is somehow no less ignorant. Humanity as a whole is richer than
ever before, and yet the majority still starve and the minority revel in ever
more lavish absurdity. All hail to the almighty dollar!
We can’t
go green because there’s not enough green to go around. The democracy of American
was founded on the belief that wealth is a deserved possession of all, and yet
we live amidst a world where some hoard while others scrounge. The middle
class is shrinking as the people with the money get power, manipulating us -
even the information we are exposed to - into a false sense of control. Freedom
isn’t free.
Politics
offer no solace. The common man is too busy bearing the weight of others’
revelry to organize. A unique population of people need to be the ones to
change the world: Artists. Musicians, philosophers, painters, logicians,
poets, bards, writers, actors, and even scientists need to band together and
take back morality, take back the bastardized ethics of the modern world. Why
artists? Because we transcend the hustle and bustle, the ho-humness of
modernity. The desire to create is one of good, of love, of aesthetic beauty,
and our craft is more important than the fickleness of wealth and the bribery
of monotony. We have to be the ones to fix this.
This is a call
to arms for artists and the infinite strength of their creations: FIGHT!!!
The
Gates
Bight my
finger and chew on my soul
Determined
to toss my bones in the hole
Better
save your money up
Because
there’s gonna be Hell to pay
When I
spit fire
And rise
from my grave
Maggots
in my eyes and dirt under my nails
With
dusty black lungs, quick to inhale
You can
push the barrel deep into my temple
Blow my
mind out the other side
It means
so much to be nothing at all
Because
I broke the mold when I dropped the ball
I was
the first to scream “FUCK YOU" in the face of dismay
I was the last to breath
life into all the decay
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