the Promise

hark and welcome!
brothers and sisters!
to the new age of contradiction
our lips are sealed tight with thread
and we have become merely
typos on a page
the syntax of human error
the broken jaw of free speech

the carcass of expression
is emptied of it's blood
and left in an alley

modern life is heavy artillery
dropping from the sky
at astounding speeds
and this craft
with pen
with brush
with chords
with typewriter
with keys
is only just a start
we must take in our hearts
all the anger
of centuries past
and forge ourselves
a new future
free from control

we will stand in the offices
of administration
of leaders
and refuse anything
but the truth
one solemn truth
that will not be denied of us
any more