Activation

Activation,

when the blood is roiling

in the veins, thick and hot,

pulsing in vicious milliseconds

through the extremities,

electrifying every nerve

and twitching the muscles.

Set off,

buy the unkind words,

the devilish acts,

the hardened hearts,

the weak minds,

the grief of millennia

and the deep schism of double-talk.

Bursting,

in waves of fiery words,

a klaxon of shouting,

repeating the furious chants

of threadbare hearts so casually

broken again and over through time,

erupting in rageful plumes of lava.

Spilling,

from between the scarred cracks

of tired skin onto the streets, into

the fray, obliterating the status quo

on every corner of every congested

town, every packed boulevard and

overcrowded city.

Embattled,

in an obvious struggle against

apathy, obliviousness, and the

mindless ethos of unchecked

“that’s the way it is” – ness.

Fighting perceptions of alleged

nature, through tall grass.

To victory,

of all the embittered battlers of

stagnant, seething rancor.

To cheer and laud the triumphs

of humanity over dehumanization.

In arm and arm, unified, forever,

a long fought for peace, built on martyr’s graves.