The human carpet rolls
Massive, unending, pathetic
A shadow of its potential
Fleeting.

Thousands of bodies
Young and fit
Idealistic, rebellious
The police are cowed.

It could happen right now
We have the numbers
We have the power
But we are weak.

I know this as we set off
The banners call for revolt
The placards say no war
It is all a lie.

From sheep to sheep
A horizontal move
The sound machine sings of rebellion
While the mass marches idly.

No heed to necessity
Only to conformity
We know what needs doing
But we stagnate.  

Those who would lead in struggle
Are followed by those
Who cannot agree
And fight with their own.

Those with the unity
To throw down the gates
Are led by those
Who are too comfortable to fight.  

Impasse.  



Lividia.