Are you there?
Are you just my imagination
running off again?
My words bounce off unseen walls
back to my empty ears,
soaked up and swallowed
completely,
never to return
but it’s the answer
that I burn for
with every fiber
so I’ll ask again
Are you there?
No answer.
My false hopes are squashed
like ten thousand tiny voices
screaming no voicelessly, breathlessly
into the wind of oppression,
the gail of manifest destiny
no destiny of mine
the hurricane of lies
clouding young and feeble minds
taunting with the truth before your eyes
I look up to the sky
Are you there?
We need you here!
They already own our thoughts
but no, that’s never enough
they want our souls
food for the glutton
pennies for the poor
acid rain falls from silvered-lined clouds
as the relentless hail of progress
smothers my cry
burries free thought
I will not go quietly into the night