this is our soapbox: a series of 1’s and 0’s
translated and displayed on every screen.
disconnected from our causes,
we want to end hate without ourselves loving the unloved,
end hunger without feeding the hungry,
find truth without weighing our thoughts.
our passions are dissolved
into the singular click of a plastic cursor: like.
we shout, yes, on and on,
joining in the chorus of human hearts provoked to action,
hearts longing for anything else to change,
but for themselves, unwilling.
while we scream at the broken pieces of our society to fix themselves,
we allow ourselves to forgot the use of our own two hands.
love, it’s far better to appear passionate,
than risk the dangers associated with true compassion, action.
we continue to shout, for shouting is all
we have ever known for our entire lives.
every day, we are faced
with thousands of screaming ideas and people.
we are told to have an opinion, that we must know everything.
so we broadcast our knowledge without ceasing.
what is knowledge without tangible reality?
what is passion without action?
so, here’s to our stupidity and the idea that we know anything
and here’s to sincerity and the ideals of a bygone age.
while we long to end hurt and poverty,
to mend what is broken
replace what is lost,
without action, we will only end ourselves.
here’s to our soapbox, for that it will remain.
