Presented without comment…

I
Sometimes I don’t know what to do with you

I have such high hopes for you
if only you’d open up

It’s okay to let go

II
The one true religion
the narrow field of vision
the cracks are showing
in your once shiny, smooth façade

You’re falling into disrepair
the lunatics are taking over the asylum
by pretending to care

I’d like to shake you
to make you listen
but you seem too afraid to hear

III
The next revolution
will not be fought with guns
but with cell phones and hashtags

(3 June 2015)