grey skies

calling all true believers, fanatics of this world

I have just cause, it’s haunting me

reach into the anger and bitterness

and pull out the fruits of frustration

provocative, inclusive, take no quarter in this apathy

need is blooming in the fields of inaction

the seas of complacency

the bitter taste of truth in our mouths

O faith, equip our souls for action

for death comes easy when part of this game

the other cults before us

the clique routing prior transgressions

frustrated misfits milling around among

the innocent

glassy eyed perverts

   of everyday life

the cogs of this corporate machine

grinding us all up into fossil fuels

no trace of our past strong enough to allow us

to be found

never walking away

never comfortable staying in place

we live with the knowledge and we die in denial

denial of our hearts desire

our mind’s eye

denial of our lack of empathy to those who cannot make the grade

scaling tributes in order to free consolation

reaching deep within this canister hoping to pull out just enough

sacking away a little bit for our rainy day

look up, grey skies.

redemption draws near.