ode.

let’s stop this talk of privilage because the songs that we sing are as much
a product of our privilage as the clothes on my back and the phone call i made
to my mom last night. let’s stop this talk of action because action comes easy
it’s the moments just before that are hard, when i’ve got to get my voice and
my fist on the same page as my heart. let’s stop this talk of them because the
things we find deplorable in politicians, ceos and cops are the same things
that will tear ourselves apart. and let’s stop this talk of words because words
like dishonesty selfishness and greed aren’t as distance to us as we’d like
to believe.

so please, the next time you’re smashing the state, don’t go breaking my heart.
because i know that when we pick up the pieces, the only thing left will be
the same empty rubble that’s made up every revolution that i’ve ever known to
make me believe and lose faith in humanity in the same empty breath of hot air.

they say that the beauty’s in the streets. but when i look around, it seems
more like defeat. i’m afraid that this fight that we’re all caught up in will
make us the same as that which we oppose.

so please, the next time you’re smashing the state, don’t go breaking my heart.
but i know that we can pick up the pieces and build something new, something
different. that’s not like every revolution that i’ve ever known that can make
me believe and have faith in humanity and we’ll all breath a breath of fresh
air.