to better days

lyrically gifted
my skills were crafted
just as this global paradigm
shifted
out here raging
a battle
against the nincompoops
and neo-cons
slaying theories
and statistics with
quick sidelong glances
and poisonous tounge lashes

on an offensive
not pre-emptive
infact,
brought on by the idiocy
of others.
those that think
they're pockets matter
and no other
like sheeps for the slaughter
our lives have become
mere fodder for the
new world order

statistics describe our generation
in detail.
yet they fail,
in understanding
those of us who choose to say no.
who choose to,
against constant ridicule,
make sure that someone else's
perspective is given thought,
to make sure
that someone else matters.

this world lies in tatters,
and under all the rhetoric
of terror, drugs, pre-emption and
war
there is not much
to smile at,
except the sun
that might rise the day after.