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06/01/2008
Greetings
I bid you greetings
All you angry men
And outraged women
Who sit and stare - for hours on end -
At the news reels on your TV screen
Who scroll through pages of
INTERNET HEADLINES
Tut and shake your head
Or shake your fist
And swear about injustice
I bid you greetings
You! Who's blood boils
And who's muscle trembles
In contempt
At the Dictators, the TNCs, the Banks, the Presidents, the Priests and the Teachers
As you sit and stare
And wait for the next headline
As you sit and stare
Eagar for the next to fuel your mindless fury
As you sit and stare
As you sit
As you sit
AND DO NOTHING
You sit and stare
At the woman beaten blue by a teenage daughter
At the vicar up in court, or the poedophile for rape
At the athlete torn apart by a long forgotten mine
At the young girl in the brothel waiting for her client
At the father searching in the ruins of a blowout
For a wife, for a parent, for a child, for a cousin, for an uncle, for a grandson, for a friend... for anybody?
You sit and stare
At a natural disaster wreaking havoc on a city
And swear hatred at the leaders,
At their lack of human pity
You sit and stare
And do nothing.
In your youth
In your passion
In your strength
In your self
You who have the power to shake the mountains
Who have the might to tople the steeples
And tear down the palaces
You have the feet that could teach the world to dance
You have the hands that could heal the scars that still deform
You have the tongues that could bring wisdom
You have the minds that could imagine something better
Most of all you have the hearts
The anger
The passion
The blood and the guts
Most of all you have the heart
That could
Give you
Strength
To change things
But you don't
You sit and stare.
In your selfish, smugness and self-centred pious righteousness
You watch the world go to hell in a handcart
And shake your head
And shake your fist
Then turn the TV off
And go to bed.
At least those without the wit, or the compassion...
Without the heart or the soul to be angry...
At least they can sleep
Without their own hypocrisy tainting their dreams
I bid you greetings
And I bid you goodnight
You sicken me.
xXx
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