you speak the dialect,
Basolect and Mesolect?"
local patois, cries, for your respect.
calls to you, direct.
cause, you should affect.
false, or correct?
you destroy, to build, you, architect?"
Revolutionary! Alien!" they interject.
says the establishment, "do you reject?"
only ask you, to genuflect."
we, will give you the power..."
what, we will and, we, will give you powers.
crude, creed, curdles and sours.
agenda, has always, been our's.
call you, to respect our ivory towers.
don't disrespect and ask you to cower.
know, our might will, eventually, devour,
all, consuming, passion, deflower-ing,
a breeding ground, all around,
maelstrom, melted, poured into a mould, and bound.
No! Your day, is done...
past, is dead, and gone.
the rising sun.
race is still to run.
battle's waiting, to be won.
Your's, the headless chicken, still, macabrely, having fun.
towers demolished with your ed-u-cay-shy-on,
the future cro-mag-non...
for your hi-ber-nay-shy-on
be there, if you awake."
© Stefan Lewis-Fish
(4 February 1999)