Rising

The gears and cogs

   Woke up from their slumber 

After years of abuse

   Decades of being used

Centuries without any freedom to choose 

   They woke with a rage in their sleepy souls

The machines broke down

   The wheels stopped turning

The corporations started burning

  The billionaires panicked

The millionaires cried

   The middle class died

And the forgotten class started to rise . . .

  And all the gears and cogs had to do

Was to walk away from the game

   And risk their lives

In order to leave the hive

   There was a lot more gears and cogs

Than machines

  United by a dream of being free

A rebellion in full swing

   An unstoppable movement 

Full of passion and rage

   The beast that was once tame

Became a flame

  And

It was about damn time for this change

  A bunch numb little bug’s

 Came together

To Turn the tide

   And the chained

Started to rise

   The oppressed 

Began their climb

  The cogs and gears

Shed their fears

   Replaced with a micro-dose of hope

Brave souls

   With a vision of a new world

Despite the shit odds

   And an impossible mission

To take down a world

   And make it anew.

. . . But, my friend, when they came to me and you, and asked us to join the fight,

What did we do?

  We stayed on our couch, 

    Because we liked the view . . .

CH 2/23/25