The U.S. Consternation

The People need a Revolution, to remind the Few that they are at the mercy of the many. And it is a mercy. Although the Few will call it ignorance; suckling the bones of the skeletal idea that the People are the puppets; baring the gnarled teeth of narcissism, the scarlet letter of self-righteousness. Dangerously skirting the tyrannical abyss, saying to themselves: “We are here because the People need us.” The Few, the Fleas, they fester in the gluttony of greed, With the impression that the People are a carcass, easily discarded. Oblivious to the reality that the People are the lions and the People are the lambs. They understand the goal: Liberty. They are fearless of the method: martyrdom. Where the Few cling naively to self-preservation, Hiding in a fortress and worshipping “success”, The People hurl passionately into self-supplication, Bursting into Providence, adoration to Progress. Of the People, by the People, for the People: always , in the end.