Once we had
broad shoulders
and callused hands,
we were craftsmen
and held in high esteem
those who made things,
ingenuity ran in our blood
once we were young,
full of enthusiasm
we convinced ourselves
that our way was better,
we sold the world the fabric
of our idealism to weave
their own magic carpet
now we are lost,
we are listless
our eyes dead from worry,
our souls scarred by greed
we have all that we want
but not enough of what we need,
still the bell tolls
giving all we think
we have to give
and then we give more
to serve our corporate Lords
I fear that we will never
be able to replace
what they've subtracted
nor fully decipher
what's been redacted,
still the bell tolls
the foundation
of our empire quivers,
but the Lords are
too brazen to shiver
as we awaken
hungry in our cells,
still the bell tolls
we are catching fire
some call it revolution
but it's only evolution
to a higher consciousness
it's time for change
let's come together
and let the bell toll.
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