Creative Defiance

They are killing us, a slow death, where we are deprived of the simple wants and needs

Slaving away in a system that benefits those who only care about greed

Lives filled with so much exhaustion, distraction, so that we lose all of our energy

No time for play, no time for expressing ourselves, no time for creativity

Yet we are all killing ourselves to make a living

The give us substances, screens, distractions so that we can forget how we’re feeling

They give us a pay check so low that we become dependant on our vices

Keep our spirits low while they raise up the prices

I feel hopeless

So how do we escape then? What are we all to do?

Because I am sick of the dread I feel from just fighting to get by to survive

I want to be free

I want to enjoy life, I want desperately to thrive

So I turn to my roots to my natural inclination

And start to Speak the language we spoke before they brainwashed us with their industrial education

And that language?

Is creation

And it’s a language that they can’t speak

So they try to take that away from us because they rather us be weak

Encourage us to consume and only create if it adds value to the fold

But our art has value inherently it does not need to be sold

This isn’t a poem, its a call to arms because we are currently fighting a battle for our soul

And I’m not just talking about how they destroy our earth for profit and coal

As true as that is, what I am referring to here is the destruction of our humanity

Because the difference between us, and those who place themselves above us, is our capability for creativity

And we always will have that creative spark within, for to create is our god given right

It’s how we express ourselves, heal, call out inequality, and for freedom we can fight

It is how we connect to ourselves, our loved ones, and even people we have never met

Art is the universal language, it speaks to everybody, brings us joy on the sunny days then comforts us when we are upset

It gives voice to the voiceless, new views to those who have forgotten how to see

It brings hope to the hopeless and fills others with ecstasy

So in defiance I will create because that is how I fight

It doesn’t matter in what medium whether I draw, make music or write

I ask you to be defiant too and pick up that pen, instrument or brush

Relish in the creative flight, the flow state, fall in love with the rush

Create for your inner child, for you now, for friends and family create for the strangers who need your creations

If we all do this we will over time cover the earth with creative hope, a hope the transcends culture and nations