All the templates of modern life
lay heavily worn in a corner
of perpetual boredom.
They are easily downloaded
to match our daily mood
pirated and bastardized from
the original revolution
that created them
as an original expression
into a hip, lifeless carcass.
These revolutions get no royalties,
they get only increasingly enfeebled followers
who do not even know the war cries
or the anthems that spread the
new ideas and energy to the warriors
who fought and rallied for a purpose.
Not like the photocopied soldiers of today,
who become more and more faded,
as each beloved idea is echoed
throughout the canyons of this world,
slowly fading in volume
until its’ cries can no longer be heard
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