March 28, 2008
by Robert W. Barker
Heard a word whispered in the breeze, a Lexis of change a logos of action, and it fell on me like welcome lead rain, it penetrated my heart, pierced my mind and lade me down in shame, bade ill omen, common cause and called out freedoms name.
Hope and despair wrapped up in one single word, the irony drips from the lips of all that call its name, and life may never be the same.
A logo never called out in jest, its implications too strong for fools, a word well spoken by the founders raised in platitudes of harmony, made to dislodge the shackles of repression, and deemed necessary for the liberty of the world.
Sting did the sound of its nuance, silence broken like bombs in the air, rested it did in yon patriots lair.
Delve into the layers of dialectic materialism, dig deep the intellectual bounds, portrayed verbal skills beyond reckoned reasoning, and still its spoken sound shocks and pierces the air.
"Revolution" "Revolution" it called us to renew, discard the mantle of repression, the kind of mood that formed the red white and blue.
Egalitarian libertarian fidelity of cause all mired in the revolution of the mind, as a myriad of wasteful bellum hungry people and poor policy forces revolt alive.
In Frankish models the crowd rules and guillotines rise and fall, until the thirst for blood is quenched and revolution turns against a wall, a common mans mob deems death to all, heinous revolutions rise and fall.
As horrid vagabonds of political shame dress up like kindly men and offer us spin that really spells the end, we hear the sound softly begin.
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Dregs of the political world moved in, lemmings followed them and the rest of us sighed as the great land suffered and died and no one seemed surprised, psst "Revolution" whispered the wind.
Dare we speak its name, its awesome power can cause disdain, we remind our hearts its many aspects remained, a dire consequence can be blamed on revolution sustained.
Revolution of the mind, revolution of the heart, revolution of the system, revolution in culture, revolutions bring on the change, and at times the utter shame, yet we are to blame for waiting to call its name.
Revolution's Evolution caused by political cultural academic necessity, trespassing agents of repression beware the common man's despair as they become aware, and revolution is in the air.
Dark agents of the greedy plans buffered us from the media scam, yet revolution is aching to expand proletariats need a stand.
Revolution is in the air, in your face, through your hair, it leaves us all breathless and in constant repair, like cathartic moods it imparted it's share of despair, no comfort in your chair, revolution is hard core bare.
Hear the call, embrace the fall for without the disturbed dirt and tilled soil the seeds of freedom never show, a plowed field of planted liberation seeds need revolution to succeed.
Fertilize yon liberty garden, let the solar light of liberation shine through and embrace the need to confront the greed as revolution comes shining through too bold to hold for me and you.
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Robert W. Barker [send him email] is a writer, professional photographer and travel aficionado from Eureka Ca. His work is carried on many web sites around the globe, a first novel recently copyrighted in the library of Congress, is soon to be published.
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