Still the Bell Tolls

Once we had broad shoulders

and callused hands,

we were craftsmen

and held in high esteem

those who made things, 

ingenuity ran in our blood
once we were young, 

full of enthusiasm

we convinced ourselves 

that our way was better,

we sold the world the fabric 

of our idealism to weave

their own magic carpet 
now we are lost,

we are listless

our eyes dead from worry,

our souls scarred by greed

we have all that we want

but not enough of what we need,

still the bell tolls
giving all we think 

we have to give

and then we give more

to serve our corporate Lords

I fear that we will never

be able to replace 

what they’ve subtracted

nor fully decipher 

what’s been redacted,

still the bell tolls
the foundation 

of our empire quivers,

but the Lords are 

too brazen to shiver 

as we awaken

hungry in our cells,

still the bell tolls
we are catching fire

some call it revolution 

but it’s only evolution 

to a higher consciousness

it’s time for change

let’s come together

and let the bell toll.
~Eric Vance Walton~

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