Still the Bell Tolls

Once we had

broad shoulders

and callused hands,

we were craftsmen

and held in high esteem

those who made things,

ingenuity ran in our blood

once we were young,

full of enthusiasm

we convinced ourselves

that our way was better,

we sold the world the fabric

of our idealism to weave

their own magic carpet

now we are lost,

we are listless

our eyes dead from worry,

our souls scarred by greed

we have all that we want

but not enough of what we need,

still the bell tolls

giving all we think

we have to give

and then we give more

to serve our corporate Lords

I fear that we will never

be able to replace

what they’ve subtracted

nor fully decipher

what’s been redacted,

still the bell tolls

the foundation

of our empire quivers,

but the Lords are

too brazen to shiver

as we awaken

hungry in our cells,

still the bell tolls

we are catching fire

some call it revolution

but it’s only evolution

to a higher consciousness

it’s time for change

let’s come together

and let the bell toll.

~Eric Vance Walton~