The hippies in New York are picking up steam,
So much activity on social media streams.
Other American cities will follow.
Main stream calls us shallow.
The immovable objects finally voice their unrest,
The one controls 60, and ninety-nine of us the rest.
England, Spain, Greece, Syria, Libya, Yemen, Israel, Palestine.
All precede this and more.
It's time to stretch our legs as the best of us did before.
The world looked at us to wonder and stare,
"Is this generation too distracted to care?"
The gamblers lost and came running back to dad.
Many gave up hope that accountability could be had.
The signs were everywhere except on the streets with signs.
But, it was there...
You just had to search online.
Our moment, our time.
This seems like it.
The hacktivists asked us to do our part and show up;
They can only do so much from behind their computer screens.
It had to be us
That stopped clicking "like" and started to scream.
Our parents were duped by their game,
The World Trade Center was attacked and war declared in our name.
Troy Davis was executed despite our collective objections.
They murdered these people in the name of our protection.
And made my brothers do it.
But banks get free money until they've had enough.
And what's our reward?
Cut. After. Cut.
If the plan goes on then surely this is our moment.
Just as many reasons it'll fail as there are reasons it won't.
American elitism is giving way to a new global perspective,
Where we all work and contribute to the creative collective.
Autumn: a time of late maturity,
A time in the development of something that follows its most vigorous and successful phase,
Before its decline.
Do not fear this decline.
It will not be a far fall and has already begun.
But it is our ideals that have succeeded,
So we've already won.
We will work to gain back the trust of the world.
We will look, as our parents, to our young boys and girls,
To show them not tell them how change can be won.
Elections will only slow our jog-that's-turned-run.
Turn to the middle-east for inspiration,
Their jail cells can hurry your life's expiration.
They looked to our King for direction,
Let their image of us be an accurate and current reflection.
Ordinary people have real power and can change things.
Just like leaves can tell times as can tree rings.
Nature provides all the answers for us,
Because the sun still rises after every dusk.
We are late to the game, but it's a game we know well.
Let us show those in power the will of the people will prevail.
Protest for your cause, like when our parents were kids.
This is The American Autumn,
This will get the attention of our government.
No doubt it already did.