Most tend to think of revolution taking place

In some determined Time and Space,

And that may have been true for each time that came before.

But I’m beginning to believe revolution will no longer take place in that established, tidy predicate

When They establish a world with

Hard, fast, brutal, instant

Guidelines.

When They raise a new world under them.

When They take and take but never give.

And when They use flames to burn down opposition,

They expect water in response.

Why should They expect any different?

They established every precedent.

They once lead the rebellion, the revolution, the rabble- rousers.

But the past is the past,

Apparently.

They went on to establish and live in 

Their own More Perfect Society.

Allegedly unheard of in history, 

before Them.

They, the former revolutionaries, predicted a lust to be free of flames.

They established a method to contain it.

And so we Douse their small fires

The ones that

We may reach.

And with that,

We remain docile.

Let me ask you, though–

When the new world is instantaneous, 

When what we know is brutality,

Why do we continue the carrying of buckets?

Why do we continue to live as they expect,

Slow and Dormant?

Why, when we have been raised in 

A world that contradicts those characteristics?

Wait, wait, wait, 

We carry on with our learned,

Confused, and hopeful waiting.

Why would waiting create change in an all-consuming ring of fire?

The only change to occur happens when 

The blaze runs its quasi-inevitable course,

Their blaze.

Yet some, who supposedly speak on behalf of change,

Declare we should keep scooping in our 

Meager manner, 

As we have, 

As we know, 

As was established for us?

What is there to continue preserving?

Rubble?

Smoke?

Ash?

These that we have grown with and accustomed to?

But there is something 

They didn’t expect,

In their haste to build their own fire,

A self-destructive tendency buried deep in those who

Resent life-long confines.

A mind-altering occurrence that takes place exactly when

The great wall of fire parts, even for a moment.

This moment has come, 

Our self-destruction has seeped deep within.

The Time for water is past us, 

The Time has come for

Our blaze.

This we know.

This we have known.

This we make known.

But why should our children have to know?

Why should their future continue to consist of

Past, Precedent, and Rubble, the same as ours?

I’ll let you tell me, then–

When shall we cast down our generational buckets

So that we may finally raise our liberating torches?