We don't hear you, friend

We're no longer sitting at home de-zoning and doling out

No longer deep fried, pie eyed and all consumed

We're not some materialist (or post-) commodity forecast

You don't hear the silent revolution

We don't hear you, not anymore.

O but we're listening, it's in every script, song, poem and blog

It used to be we could hold onto the songs at least

But where are they now and who owns them?

No matter, you don't hear the silent revolution

Speaking of matters what we have here is communication

Fingertips and fingertips of information and still not enough coffee

We're not the ones raising the prices of the good ol' java bean

You can't hear it but we know you are feelin' it!

You don't hear the silent revolution

You don't own this, I do.., and okay we do!

But not you, you have bigger fish to fry, bigger or you go home

Until of course we're that big that you cannot dismiss us,

(Post Watergate Nixon, Halleluiah Falwell, Father Fox network, Gentleman Clinton, Roves Bush gardens etc.) when you might catch on.

No one ever plans to lose and unlike you

We heard the silent revolution.

© ebmartin 5/28/o9

(apologies GilScottHeron:~)>