The tides are changing. A storm is swelling.
In real-time. Off shore and abroad.
Global revolution is real. It is now.
Led by a spring of youth who feel misled.
Who have gotten degrees and don’t want to beg?
Steeped in debt they want jobs and to be fed.
As the global economy teeters on the edge.
A cliff so high no one can see the end.
What do we need to save us?
Many would think masked men.
A group of unknown hackers with no friends.
Digital heroes grown from the comic books they read.
A mythos grown from the movies they defend.
You can see it in the streets.
You can read it online.
A storm is brewing that knows no borders.
Clicktivist ready to protest with their bodies.
Against the tyranny their parents built.
Against the freedoms for which so much blood was spilled.
Forgive them, for they know not what they do.
They do not see the decades of social justice work done for me and you.
They do not feel the freedom they so easily abuse.
They see unemployment lines and dead end jobs.
They see all the broken promises Western culture robbed.
They do not remember from which we came.
The struggles of hard labor so many generations made.
For instant gratification is what they have been force fed.
They do not see the opportunity from the books they read.
For they live in status updates.
They tweet and retweet to their mates
A flock of birds who fly to beat
The drum of a revolution.
Coming to a neighborhood near you.