Night Before

The day before the revolt
The night before the uprising
In between death and rebirth
The state of revolutionary action in America
Coup d'état: a love story

You can't just crush and belittle truth
That's what happens when you start to feel immortal
The chickens come home and people feel like they need some type of vindication
To reach out and kill the harbinger of doom
In your pathological pursuit of privilege, indulgence, and hoarded wealth liberated on foreign adventures
While in the streets at night behind the walled palace you can smell the burning tension
Laughing during your inauguration day
The day they pelted your bulletproof caddies with boulders shattering the illusion
That public relations campaigns of cover-up and collusion
The Cuban detention centers
Spanning beyond race, beyond class, beyond gender
But still mostly the darker colors
That's why it took so damn long
Cultural repression is a hulking beast
Feeding on hatred so it grew up strong and stupid
Programmed by fake information
Waiting for the precise moment to rip its hook into a population and tear it to shreds
A kaleidoscope of ignorance merging into one bright beautiful red orchid on top a wood casket
Under the ongoing fabrication of threat and crisis
Over and over and over again 'till it started to wear dangerously thin
Through the widow's veil monitored through the surveillance cameras of armed drones Above non-violent king protest
Sparking police-state retribution
Now nobody's laughing
Across the line a force of military tank battalion
Made up of hillbilly psychopaths and naive soldiers
Stand in honor behind the larceny of the system
Smear campaigns and intimidation
But when they grow old they'll look back through these years at all the caring people who started to come up missing
The climate that bore children
A future with no vision
Until they saw it vividly clear through a barrel of a scope