Radical Fizzz

Years of something to fight against , rail over , seethe with an anger righteously induced , this was not  road rage , not some random act of  girlish  bitching, nothing a good dose of midol could cure. Viva la Revolution !!!! Looking good in uniform . Songs to sing , reasons to sit idly by and point , pointing a finger , shrugging shoulders , shaking fists. Comrades in arms.

 Ah , this, had substance, scientific support,  various luminaries in the scientific community consistently validating the underpinnings of this rage. We as a species ,were slowly/ rapidly perpetuating our own demise .Collectively we could all contribute, in our insidiously benign acts of convenience , converging as one , in the single act of consuming beyond any viable, reasonable doubt, more than our fair share . Stealing from the mouths of future generations, with capitalistic impunity . Only fearing falling behind in our race to produce an increasing pile of sated want. 

Recycle , reuse , but don't step away from the culture of consumption . Ease your guilt with the Presidential decree of saving us through commerce. Addicts of whim , desire, spoon fed a culture yearning to reflect itself in the gloss of sex, unnatural appetite's  of destruction. To be paid for with easy money.

Alas , don't leave the tribe , for you will find yourself in a harsh world , unable to provide you with anything but the bleakness of unrequited want. To go without will not be to go beyond, into a better world ,  somewhere else , not a safe haven . To have created and supported an infrastructure of diseased consumerism that to escape, will alienate you and all your high minded moral values. It will turn  inside out and thus you will find, creeping into  your self righteous exile , all the things you sought to leave behind.  Smaller , less obvious , masked, just dressed for a different ball. The toast at the end of the  evening ? The unmasked naked realization of our audacious claim , that we could kill the earth , only a ruse , an illusion , the lie that we were doing something greater, than just killing ourselves.

This plague of locus , minuscule and naked , hairless grubs .

And now where do we stand against this culture ? Where do we reach ? How far can we stretch our hands out, into the future? 

Sitting , wondering , how to  grab hope and hold on, until it is rested from a cold dead hand ?

Until it is something to nurture in the face of the aforesaid vision of reality, to pass onto younger generations? How to  accept this ? When the fire of rebellion gives  logical reason to assume were fucked ,  recycling ,  bio fuel , green commerce, is a drop , a grain of sand , in the sea of coal plants , toxicity, and greed , beyond  comprehension? Spitting in the wind , against walls of fire.

So as  this radical anger fizzes in the face of change , stooping to  pick up the shovel , marveling at the newness , the shiny spade. Grabbing the stupid end and digging my own way out of the grave this lack of faith has created. Leaving behind in death , all that does not serve , to await the labor pains of that which will be born . Accepting  responsibility  for what  will be created........