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[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Convalescent
[time] => 2003-02-09 11:40:00
[hometext] => When the authorities take too much power into their own hands, what can we do but rebel?
[bodytext] => In this reality
Amidst the totality Of the world's morality Lies a fallacy. An error of centrality. And in it we're lost, In it We're tossed, At the cost of personal exhaust, In social chaos. We then find That the subject of our mind Is a less than kind Mis-aligned Single power intertwined, A source of confusion Creating a delusion, An almost foregone conclusion, That the power's intrusion Is just an illusion. The power itself seemingly evanescent, Barely present, In the daily grind that's unpleasant. We just want to be absent Of the pain we're put through; to be convalescent. A period of healing. A method of dealing With what it is we're feeling. A time to stop concealing The things that send us reeling. We're sent over the edge, And those in power alledge That we can't handle the wedge Into which we're hedged. They think we need to be fledged. As though we're not ready And we simply can't see what it is upon which they agree: The meaning of a guarantee Made in an unintelligible decree. But we strive to show We've surpassed the low Standards they think we can't achieve, although we know it's not to us they bestow The power to fight this turbulent flow. They expect nothing more Than for us to fight their war Unquestioningly, and yet we implore Them for answers, but they ignore All they're responsible for. Thrown upon us are The remnants of social mar And we strive to come to par With those around us, near and far, Our progress no longer barred. Out of the ashes we rise And we strain to comprise Ourselves not of elitist ties But of the power that lies In those they despise. With our debut We say adieu to those that flew. To those we pursue: We will find you. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 551 [topic] => 51 [informant] => TheSpiritx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Event )
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