…we are citizens in mild oblivion. Our collective
intelligence stands assaulted and tampered with. We are
mere shadows now of what free
minds used to be, processed organisms transfixed
by the filtering of selective lies and truths… We bring
the Dead back to life with Democracy…
© Tina Zabielski 2011-2019
by Bruce Cockburn
padded with power here they come
international loan sharks backed by the guns
of market hungry military profiteers
whose word is a swamp and whose brow is smeared
with the blood of the poor
who rob life of its quality
who render rage a necessity
by turning countries into labour camps
modern slavers in drag as champions of freedom
sinister cynical instrument
who makes the gun into a sacrament–
the only response to the deification
of tyranny by so-called “developed” nations’
idolatry of ideology
north south east west
kill the best and buy the rest
it’s just spend a buck to make a buck
you don’t really give a flying fuck
about the people in misery
IMF dirty MF
takes away everything it can get
always making certain that there’s one thing left
keep them on the hook with insupportable debt
see the paid-off local bottom feeders
passing themselves off as leaders
kiss the ladies shake hands with the fellows
open for business like a cheap bordello
and they call it democracy
and they call it democracy
and they call it democracy
and they call it democracy
see the loaded eyes of the children too
trying to make the best of it the way kids do
one day you’re going to rise from your habitual feast
to find yourself staring down the throat of the beast
they call the revolution
— Toronto, 11/1985
The “We Are The 99%” movement could have been a revolution… Yes?
No, they haven’t banned assault weapons. What they actually did away with was common sense. Oh, and Democracy. That went straight down the crapper, too. Now that Walmart is a person and Congress cast votes in the hopes that they don’t offend the Big Purses for the next round of Prostitution- er, I mean campaigning. My apologies to all of you running for re-election or readying to fight the good fight who will NOT be equipping those 527’s knee pads. Cheers!
If money translates into power, and big money translates into big power, and really big money translates into enormous power, then ask yourselves this: who’s running your show? When the multinational corporations pad the pockets of politicians, it isn’t you or me that they are interested in taking care of. America does not have a government by or for the people, and only a fool would believe that it does. The people are pawns to be sacrificed in that eternal search for the mundane holy grail: outrageous and expanding profit. So, what are you going to do about it? Who are you going to vote for that is going to give a damn about whether you live, die or barely exist? And should you bother to vote at all?
”Ring out, ring out thy mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.”
– Alfred Tennyson
Be there minstrels among us, equally adept at both stirring the cauldron of contemplation and promoting civility in discourse; loathe to succumb to partisanship and vilification; willing to expose the emperor and the petty tyrant alike?
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when will this lure of civilization pass, that we might forsake
asphalt and shatterproof glass? value the trees moss ferns
and wild flowers that beckon to you: abandon your towers.