Poem: So You Say You Want A Revolution

Everyone talking about a revolution, making political or spiritual statements yet not coming up with solutions, just talking to express, the mess, the world has become, which I must admit is hard to digest, yet I don’t know how to fix it, do you, or are you just going to talk shit, stand up with your raised fist, but when it’s time to act you sit, and look to the next man, the next hand, that’s raised to speak, waiting for something clever or provocative this week, so you can have a cause, to attach your applause, just because, it sounded brilliant, or elegant, no matter if it is irrelevant, when it comes to changing the world, words are pretty, when they excite people or cause pity, or savagery, towards a committee, that deals in agony, but what are words without action, without passion, without love, I would rather talk about love, than who’s fucking up, I would rather make love, than knuckling up, I would rather be love, see love, show love, and scream go love, than watch the world disintegrate from the lack of love.