A little push
And the ivory tower fell
The tower full of power
Saw its final hour
A little wind
And the country broke from within
The elites got beat
And the revolution was televised on repeat
We won!
We won!
But, damn . . .
We lost the sun . . .
Only flashes of lightning
Illuminate our dark faces
With desperate eyes
In the spotlight
No sun on our skin
She burned when the country fell
Our eyes look up at a dark sky
Stuck in a world without light
But, hey, at least we won our fight
At least the ivory tower finally fell
Awake from their spell
The world looked like hell
We can see!
We can see!
Look at our poisoned sea’s!
Look inside the mind
And see another poisoned ocean
Look at another screen
And feel the soul bleed
Listen closely
As the minority silently screams
What did it all mean??
What did it all mean?
All that we did
All that we became
For what?
A broken throne?
A fallen tower?
A struggle for power?
Selling anything to make a buck
Collective adhd
No one gives an actual fuck
If it doesn’t affect us
Then, oh well
No future
Just the present
Just another dipshit president
Overstimulated
Overly individual
Stuck in the subjective
The collective neglected
Lost in the mental
A little push
And we all come crumbling down
Now,
In the darkness
We have to build something new
. . . You got any ideas on how to build a better world from scratch?
CH 1/15/25
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