Your not an activist but a factivist,
Showing certain info to be top dog, the biggest bull at this rodeo.
Put out your videos on the tube of you because that’s the only thing you’re really trying to prove.
Walking around, mega phone proud, thinking your words are insightful and you stand on firmer ground.
Deceitful! Play the role of the struggle but not one night have you spent on these cobbles.
No ropes you’ve tightened or dumpsters dived, with only the community prospects in mind.
You’re filled with lies, the aviator disguise.
Not a voice of the struggle but a misguided squeal.
Trying to divide instead of pushing humans forth,
cos only together we will thrive!
Adolescent grafters perform true culture on this red brick parchment. We could be epic names.
Diverted by inebriation but held down with passion as the populace play these sickly games.
We sit on the sidelines watching humanity’s decline
but no worries here cos our blood runs deeper than a pay check and a movie screen.
But the price of a soul gets cheaper,
wordsmith craft frees the mind, capture culture with intent to supply.
Act out the impulse. Move mountains with what you believe.
Because everyday is a dream.
By Ben Watson