Nothing To Say

Today I have nothing to say, nothing at all. It's Sunday, and today I prepare for another week in the trenches, fighting battles that should be non issues. There's a time for talk and a time for action. I'm tired of talking, so I give you this poem:



REVOLUTION copyright 2001 from Diary of a Wage Slave


I think I would like
To go Somewhere
That's Far
Away
From here
Somewhere I could Learn
To speak
my Heart
In another language,
A language of Love
Not money.

I think I would like
To go somewhere
And join
A Revolution

somewhere I could Live
To fight for Justice
For the oppressed
For the Poor

A fight for Love,
not money.

I think I would like
To go Somewhere
That's Far away from here
Where every day
I would fight for a Cause

Not mere survival.

Where my existence would be
Sacred not mundane.

I think I would like
to go somewhere

Where I could join a Revolution
And be killed most mercifully
By a single bullet
At Dawn
Before the sun cruelly rises.

I think I would like
To go far away from here
To a place in the Night
where Revolutions
are Born.