- Change, is Service And Sacrifice
- Individually, We All say
- We will die for our babies
- Collectively, we tell
- the next Generation to go to Hell
- leaving them a Legacy of misery
- to do the same thing over again
- as long as we never feel the pain
- of consequences from our actions
- or omission, but change alters conditions
- and we bequeath worse, than before
- wondering why, we don’t converse
- with our Young, about what’s left undone
- we expect them to be naive and dumb
- to be inflamed with short pleasures
- and left to believe, our excuses
- of how we did and meant our best,
- to deceive, that we had their interests
- at heart, little did they know
- while crying at our funeral
- we couldn’t wait to go…R.D.Revilo
old
All posts tagged old
- I Went to The New Old Folks Home Today
- I saw them, pushed around, running, walking,
- out at play, as usual, they were yelling, talking
- taking their medication, suffering from diabetes
- heart attacks, attention deficits, hypertension, obesity
- all of these little, old people, remembering the Golden Rule
- and the Hippocratic Oath, noticing, I was at, an Elementary School…R.D.Revilo
- We Need a Stop
- Not a Slowdown
- we need to drop
- and release
- this hyper-indexing disease
- allowing these corporations
- to die, become dead, deceased
- we need to turn
- changing direction
- and the route behind, burn
- let misery blaze it into memory
- let our hatred consume
- what our ignorance has doomed
- piercing passion to see, a new vision
- a victorious, new-clear-reality
- use our energy, to build a better
- rebellious road of reflectful revision
- let our zealousness, fizzle to zero
- as we work, creating wealth
- for everyone to share, never for self
- no longer needing an unseen hero
- slam on the brakes, screech
- break the momentum of madness
- into joyous out-burst, reach
- a hopeful happiness
- knowing fear imprisons
- that to become Free
- means you, me, we, are Family
- yet, this is not our current course
- our path, relates to no math
- just butchering and blood-baths
- we need to stop, slam on the brakes
- breaking the habits of
- remaking old mistakes
- I am not going to speak Love
- that’s a feeling, to some more appealing
- I will exemplify Respect
- you can respect persons you don’t Love
- But you can’t Love those,
- whom you don’t Respect…R.D.Revilo
Smiling Dreadnought
- Every Problem The Old Should Solve
- They’re Dead Now, won’t get involved
- Leaving them on the Young to resolve
- Cowardice, cowering before austerity
- which begged for charity, no temerity
- It is what, what it is, We are cowards
- fleeing from pain, neurotically driving ourselves insane
- relief, requires a drug stronger than belief
- it will take millions, coordinated by an elected Commander-in-Chief
- not the Selected One, protected by guns, not love
- hateful, elite, betrayed by their, own minds
- so insanity, perversion, dementia rules the Time
- Cowardice, to take a stand, have left the Young
- waterless Sand, an inheritance, on which to Stand
- for The Old OWE the Young a Future
- This is our Purpose, instead, we’ve left an open wound
- no needle, no thread of unity, no sutures
- no Ideas upon to build tomorrow, no plan
- not even dust from sand, just left alone
- under the burden of all of these Loans
- Knowing that ‘Sum’-Day, someone would pay
- for our sins of omission turning into the Young’s
- feral, foibles, into acts of commission
- Cowardice, it is what it is, cowardice
- so dumped upon the Young is the impossible
- with improbable odds facing immovable objects
- and irresistible forces of hunger and starving Dreams
- a Deep animus, desperation, driven by any means
- So why do they Hate Us, we left them alone
- Because of what we bequeathed, Everything, Gone…R.D.Revilo
