Two-Thousand and Three: A Poem

Two-Thousand and Three
(a jest, or call to arms?)

In two-thousand and three
My disciples and I
Let loose the prophecy
Tear down the lies
And set the peoples free

First we make the bells ring
Draw some eyes on high
Let our true voices sing
To crumble pillars
And topple the false king

Armies of real compassion
Gather up in all lands
Dressed in our anti-fashion
To stand before the gates
Retrieve our proper ration

We will scream as we need
No liar and fool can silence
Our stolen rights shall be freed
No more slave-nations then
We’ll be free from high greed

Discard the apathy
Remove the dark blind-folds
Open closed eyes and see
Take back the world we’ve lost
In two-thousand and three