by lovely_shadow Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:29 pm
Robert Haywood
Here's a nameless one written during art-
Where are they now
The rebels we loved
With a swift hand
This coalition
Society and it's benefactors
It's given us an easy alternative
Ignorance is bliss, right?
But you've got to practice what you preach
Not that we'd understand
We, who pour faith into those fiery enough
We, who rely on those who actually resist
We, who place our faith in foreign hands
We, who explain that it's because we don't understand
We, who are too busy
We, who don't see it's not our fault
We, who were raised under false teachings of "work harder"
We, who never realized what was really going on
We, who never realized until it was too late
We, who fed our leaders complaints
We, who fed our leaders empty calories
We, who tried to fit in with rebellion
We, who proceeded to recline
We, who didn't take it far or wide
We, who let our enemies take control of our lives
We, who were afraid of the alternative
We, who thought we were intelligent
We, who said it was because we knew the odds
We, who recognized intellect was important
We, who didn't recognize that it wasn't that kind
We, who lied to ourselves
We, who placed fake confidence
We, who let those we hated cement it
We, who let the product of our concerned ancestors exist
We, who let their corrupted spirits breathe down our necks
We, who righted it with their pure intentions
We, who shunned those who didn't agree
We, who shunned those our commanders forced us to hate
We, who were forced to accuse them of anarchy
We, who got our thrills from imitating them
We, who didn't know what that really meant
We, who thought words could destroy
We, who thought a bark could bite
We, who assured ourselves that was all we needed to stand up
We, who saved the action for those who truly cared
We, who didn't want to become like the minority of comfortables
We, who designated faux radicals
We, who were afraid of becoming those people
We, who never realized all along the truth
We, who knew on the inside, in secret
We, who didn't share the secret- that's for the commies
We, who collectively realized, yet did not
We, who were really those people our angels despised
We, who really are those people
You, who is that person
I, who am that person