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Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Revolutions ~ My First Spoken Word

I'm trying my hand at spoken word. I want to make a video for this, but in the meantime I recorded it and share the link with you here. A poem inspired by the times we live in and by the keeping of good company:

Revolutions by JadeTygress


By Kelene Blake

Revolution cycles around the circles of oppression.

The comfortable sit and watch the discomfort of the discontent

Not realizing they are also among the disenfranchised,

Shackled by the fear of losing their fragile hold

Of the glass houses they have built to protect themselves from

The reality that lives a stone’s throw away

In poverty dwelling in the hovels of realization

That their lives do not factor into the big picture

Drawn by the minority controlling the economy

Automatons of the corporate machinery

Who have traded their humanity for spending power.

Power pulls the strings controlling a marionette society

Who puts shoulders to steel to push a stalled economy

Over the edge of a calamity because they refuse to see

That despair cannot be healed by retail therapy

And prescriptions for drugs are not permissions for life

Or lives lost in cries muffled in smoke

Billowing from burning oil fields

And the desperate gaze of starving babies too weak to cry

Haunts the conditioned mind’s wandering eye

And says this picture is wrong

This mirror is broken

But if they are not us then it’s we against them

And what’s ours is not theirs but what’s theirs could be ours

Because we must maintain this masquerade

At all costs.

But what is the cost of a life?

What is the cost of our lifestyle?

What is the price of gas as we fill up our tanks

With the blood of the thousands

The liquid gold that flows through the veins of an economy

Built on the backs of slaves

Carried on the backs of the struggling working class

Whose weary feet massage the backs of the elite 1 per cent

One life lost, per cent pumped into the tank of oppression

One humanity diminished by each bullet fired

One world shattered by illusions of separation

We come full circle, all… over… again,

Revolution upon revolution without evolution

Of thinking as we fail to realize that

One humanity, one human race

Is destroying itself over wealth that does not exist

Save for in the minds of those we seek to destroy.

The world turns in revolution

As our axis of evil shifts to the next target

To the next ideal that needs to be replaced

With something more convenient

As we fight conformity in the name of the same

As we defend nationality against, women and children

Fathers and sons, brothers and sisters playing with guns

Running around playing capture the flag

To use them as decorative shrouds

On the coffins in which we bury our guilt

Six feet under the propaganda of hate

Targeting that which does not comply with the current agenda

The land the coltan the diamonds the oil

The ideals we sell for access to the soil

So our one earth revolves and the soil soaks with blood

While the revolution continues to cycle

Through history’s familiar rhythms of injustice.


  1. Ahhh - this was my favourite from your 'Kick Ass' feature. I can see why this one is made to be spoken out loud :)

  2. Yea it was the first real spoken word piece I ever wrote. I wrote it right after leaving you last summer actually. That visit had a great influence on me ;-)