Picture Postcards of Madness: April 2005

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Revolution Lies and Hypocrisy

I am filling up the unknown.

A divide that still keeps widening.

Of arrogance and sweetness.

of ignorance and knowledge.

of past and present.
(there is no future
and everything is certain)

Can Gandhi utter the word Gujarat
with out wobbling?

Can Marx stop spinning in his grave

for all that's done in his name?

War is frightening.

Resentment is growing inside.

And I am,

I am still predictably numb.

What's my name again?

What's the meaning of freedom?

Cadavers tucked into a huge furnace.

Brushing the villages under the carpet

Bob Avakian leading a revolution.

Can a dream be so absurd?

City lights never sleep

waiting for the villages to come

in an endless pursuit of revolution.

But do they know the distance

from meowing to 'Mao'ing?

I can't rely on my wits again.

Somewhere in the future lies

a genetic code of trap

and I am falling.