The Sound of Sedition

The me revolution

Is patient and passive

Inside it amasses

A gathering rage

In a riotous tempest

At bay, kept away

From the hubris-imbued

Alter egos by day

The mundane and in vain

Solar-powered display

When they do not see life

As a precious resource

And they only know peace

When it’s taken by force

Of the choosers’ illusions

And terrorists’ wars

Tax burden exemptions

On white, sandy shores

That to most appear deserts’

Oasis mirages

To me they are merely

Blood-splattered collages

On checks for the OPECs exchequers in

Texas

And Brexits perplexing new nexus of rexes

Whose tax is so lax that it’s stacked on our backs

And the hacks get away with their cyber attacks

Until crash goes the system when viruses spread

I just upload the ones that get stuck in your head