We Dominoes Falling

Buried long amidst fear and repression,

a world gazes at television screens in wonder.

So many of like mind.

So many of like purpose.

So many insistent on freedom.

Where is our insistence?

We are not of like mind.

We are not of like purpose,

for too many remain trapped,

insistent on membership in the two percent.

Yet the mind,

its purpose,

its freedom,

its health,

rests not on trappings of wealth.

Why…

Shouldn’t it be obvious to us,

these foreign countries with raw needs and wants,

asking but for simple entitlements of civilization,

sending messages for all to hear,

that the poor of any country can also exponentially grow?

And yet…

Some would sit back and wonder

at our own silence of eruption,

our continued stifling of tremors below,

quashing the need for release.

Sadly…

Our glistening ducts emit but muted cries down the face of truth,

forming tears of quiet pain,

even as we rejoice at the tenacity of another's courage.

To support oneself,

to see power's abuse destroyed,

to build a life imbued with love,

free from repression and exploitation,

such is the goal of man's rights made alive by acting,

or forever be caught in the dominoes-freefall.