A new revolution,
not born of
Blood
Fire, or
Destruction, but

Built upon the minds of the ingenious,
woven together with fiber
and optical illusions
Turning ink into energy
and old books into projects.

A cell phone charged by the wind,
the reinvention of the global village
Replacing with creativity
that which cannot be bought
We will reject the tyranny of corruption
and replace it with
the Hope of a young boy's Spirit.

And in that moment,
the world will rise up,
joyous that the soul of
a young boy saved them.
In a dream world, this would be true.
Droughts of economic decay
plague the streets and we are
slaves to rhythms that no long carry beats.

A digital upgrade cannot benefit
an obsolete mind. A intel patent
will not remove the dying souls.
Scientists are working on anti-serums
that will never see the light of day
and we are riding on their backs
hoping to make it to the finish line
before we take our last breaths.

A notepad turned notebook
with colorful desktops replacing
our teachers, the beginning of the end.
Denouncing all that is earthly
which we have come to know.
We will defy the downpour as
it arrives, standing firmly to our
sadistic beliefs and holding strong
to the hands of our leaders.