PandemicA Poem by ConstanceA new global pandemic-- the infection: apathy Mob-mentalitied multitudes never go against the grain Common thought is tantamount to an absence of thought But like tin soldiers, all stand at attention and fall in None wish to be the note that halts the symphony A man terrified of the smallest ounce of struggle, of pain Can be swayed, can be paralyzed, can be sold and bought Sometimes silence is clearly the gravest sin...
When one man finds the will to stop cooperating The well oiled beaurocratic machine stops operating And each man for himself is forced to think, to feel, to be How could you feel that this would be a tragedy?
The most hallowed words on main street are: I BELONG But is belonging something to be coveted or a fearsome plague? Belonging to a family, to a lover, is beautiful, is healthy, is right... Belonging to a false democracy, a prejudicial prophet, or a lie? Why do we ever complain that everything has gone so wrong When we have no voice, no stance, nothing but platitudes vague But one's chances in battle depend on the weapons used to fight At this rate, it will not even take decades for freedom to die!
When one man finds the will to rise and speak He stands for the weary, the apathetic and meek He forces all to re-evaluate their stance, their chance To stop being the victims of circumstance.
If you would not be a victim, be a warrior And fight with a sword, not a dirty spoon! The cure for this pandemic? Pandemonium... Followed by the desire for freedom, for peace But the treatment must begin soon.
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