Time robs us of change
‘Cause we run out of steam
Before a politician runs out of time to ignore us
Because they know that
Our outrage
Lacks endurance,
Un-Like the women of Sufferage
Or the people once called slaves
Now they had endurance!
To make marathons look like
A run to the bathroom
Our idea of change is
“I want it now”
With a stomp
And a pout
And a temper tantrum
If we don't get our way.
And no real actions
Behind angry words.
And Lord help us
If we have to stop partying
Long enough to volunteer
To get the job done
And take time away
From our friends
And parties, booze,
And booty calls.
We're all too
Comfortably numb.
And People like me
Who get off of our asses
Are tired of carrying
The rest of ‘yall!
Further more
Those not present,
And
Those who are never
Present.
What the hell use
Is it to even write the poem
That will never reach deaf
Ears?
Endurance,
I chant to myself,
Endurance.
Change comes
Both Quickly
And only
When time
Weeds out ignorance
And bigotry.
Have the politicians learned?
I'm afraid for us they have
That the public eye can easily be blinded
That policies can be made
That monies can be spent
And no one needs know
Until it's too late
And the weight of the machine
Carries on,
And the last 8 years
Have proved them right.
They no longer need fear us
So long as we are given the hope
The Reign will end,
We are kept in check
We are kept in chains
And so we remain,
That the very thing that we need to go on
Keeps us civil,
And controlled.
The Illusion that we have a chance
Is just that.
Tyranny has learned to adapt
To change their tactics
And now too
So must we,
Change.
