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By Julian Drury
I want to change the world,
Be the revolution, make the elite curl.
There is a thinking mind behind my eyes,
Watching injustice breed like flies.
My depression has no mission,
A rebel with too many causes and no ambition.
Feelings inside me burn and ache,
Giving no pause while the people quake.
Lands of the free lack freedom,
Save for the elites who cling to their false kingdom.
I want to be the change, dreaming an endless deal,
While struggling to pay bills, robbed of my right to feel.
What I feel is real and lifts me upward,
To a new reality where we all move forward.
Debt and slave wages rule,
Making a genius feel like a fool.
Working like an animal on a farm,
Patted on the head by a callus-handed arm .
Smash the system with a raised fist,
Ready and willing to be on the hit-list.
Changes come with sacrifices,
Abandoning all virtues and vices.
The weight of the world may drag me down,
Yet I will fight to hide my sunken frown.
We all want to change the world,
Spark the revolution, make the elite curl.
Change seems harder from below,
Capital pressures and apathy streaming blood-flow.
See the world through my heart and eyes,
Feel my pain, watch the spreading flies.
Smashing windows and mirrors may seem fun,
Until you open the black box and realize you own a gun.