cardstock heroes

Walking through the arid spaces of a shadowed alleyway,
The same filmed scene replays itself again,
Nearby an elderly woman is searching through rubbish bins,
While a bearded man on cardboard planks lets out a silent cough,
This is the life that perpetuates itself,
There is no escape as the dilapidated walls close in,
As the decrepit ladders rise further out of reach,
Unless, unless…

Born with the capability of sight, thought, and speech,
One has the ability to see how the system oppresses us so.

Though societal complacency may be the cause,
Or binding contracts which keep us down,
Or perhaps even without realizing what is,
We can work the system to our collective gain,
To create a different sort of eminent change,
To benefit our common humanity and dissolve its ignorance,
By thinking, speaking, acting anew.

Cardstock heroes and felt-tip marker.
Scratch the ground with your shoe.