Diamond Dust Corporation

Diamond Dust Corporation

I am just dust in the wind,

But I am made of diamonds,

And chains may try to hold me,

But I just snap free of the tyranny around me,

And in the end I’ll be whatever I want to be,

You aren’t the king of me,

So step off my throne,

Because you are nothing but a phony among the death-seeking tones coming from me,

So please leave and know your place,

Like thugs know mace,

And forgive me for my epiphany that brought light to this revolution starting rebellion

But I feel like a minion in your corporate chain,

Keeping me addicted,

But no longer entertained,

So I restrain myself and welcome the pain,

Cause I’d rather bleed than let my words be left in vain,

And I’d design a creed to follow my path I have chosen and hopefully,

I am planting the seeds of an overthrow and refining defining moment,

In the history of your commercial ladder,

But my bites sting like an adder,

So my words are pristine poisons to your outlandish corruption,

And maybe your reaction will make our suggestions non-fiction,

And then the friction between community and business society can be reduced,

But,

The issue is not resolved and the clashes causing sparks between CEOs and customers,

Will not be fully extinguished till past and present mistakes are vanquished,

And I will not relinquish my position until I have finished my mission,

And my confession here today may be the start of a riot-evoked mayday,

But for me that’s a payday against you who speak untruly,

Causing those of us committed to become unruly,

So I think I am permitted to speak freely against this evilly crafted scheme against us,

And this protest may not manifest the expected outcome,

But it’s worth a shot rather than wait for our connected civilization to become undone,

So I may not be number one on the list of naysayers,

But I say I may have influence with my profound writing,

Spreading all around my message clearly fighting you obviously autonomous clockwork beasts,

Messengers of words bringing anything but peace, 

My mind is no longer rational,

My rage and disappointment will soon go national as this spreads like viral videos,

But I stand on my toes,

On guard for the remark against what I preach,

But this will not be walk on the beach for you because my speech is like a vocal mountain,

And it erupts like an earth fountain,

Showering you with the comments of dissatisfaction,

But honestly,

There is no joy in causing you distress,

Because then we will be shut down,

But we can still pound on your doors without breaking them down,

We can still bang on your windows and our non-violent intention still remain sound,

My wish,

Is that you fix this and allow us to openly welcome you back into our schedules,

And while gears right now turn like bicycle pedals,

If you proceed correctly they can become blooming flowers of steel gear petals,

And I will remain hopeful,

And I will maintain my posture standing strong,

Fighting against your diseased ridden winds,

Because,

At this rate all that exists is an unsatisfactory end,

But in that scenario there will be no one left and though,

We try to stay alive,

It will end in a no win-no win,

It will be a final,

RIP,

The end…

-An original poem, by Depth