The Awakening
“Shh! Shh! Shh!
Don’t awake the sleepers!”
The government speaker cries,
As the men in blue uniforms
Abidingly obey,
Whilst slapping their batons
Upon palms awaiting prey.
The Sleepers…
Intoxicated in their woven fantasy,
Dressed in lies and hidden myths,
Enslaved unwittingly
By protocols, routines and laws
Pretending to be reality.
The Myth-Builders…
Since that bleak Autumn’s day,
Have spread lies of conceit
Without conscience or refrain,
As blood is spilled
To justify their claims.
The Eagle Dream-Weaver…
Staring down upon the global minions,
Callously permitting poverty without refuge,
As green-stained paper
Drips conditionally
Through talons of subterfuge.
The Government Agencies…
Spying and snooping upon the masses
With no oversight nor scrutiny
As they eavesdrop,
Store emails,
All privacy is now erased.
The Greed…
Seeping, oozing like disease
Into the pockets of elites.
A contagion airborne by the banks.
Uneven symptoms of discontent
Among the peoples of the world.
The Activists…
Awake and speaking out
Against those that enforce silence
And who would let the sleepers sleep.
Wake-up and thump the drum!
Stand-up for all that’s right
And connect with life!
Take to the Streets, Revolt, Resist!
Your time is NOW!
How do you wish to live?
– Words & Photography by El-Branden Brazil
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