EleCivil Posted June 13, 2009 Report Share Posted June 13, 2009 Potential Kinetic Built to specs then left to rest among The Midwest?s rusted cars I?ll be the brick that will reduce The Glass City to down to shards But stones just lie around Unless they?re lent momentum So I?m afraid I?ll need your hand Before I can gain velocity And change all this potential into Violent kinetic energy And smash the church, the state, The pride, the hate, The bosses, the cops, The chains, the locks. Until I?m thrown I?m left to languish And my stony surface crumble As I listen to the language Of the revolution turn to mumbles. And I call for compassion While my own heart?s growing colder Hear myself preach for community While I turn my bleeding shoulders On the game, on the streets, on the world. A brick just sits until it?s hurled. Link to comment
Merkin Posted June 13, 2009 Report Share Posted June 13, 2009 Brilliantly stated, Ele. We are all bricks, perhaps yet to discover our potential as brickbats -- or perhaps already used up to build the walls that protect the establishment. James Merkin Link to comment
colinian Posted June 14, 2009 Report Share Posted June 14, 2009 Wow, just wow, Ele. It's a poem that forced me to stop and think about it's powerful reality. Colin Link to comment
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