The Revolution

“The revolution will not be televised.”
~ Gil Scott-Heron

The revolution will not be posted on the Internet,
nor will it be featured as the latest breaking development
on the local “Action News Now”, followed by advertisements
for coming distractions, microwave pizza, diet aids, and antacids.

It will not appear as a tweet on Twitter, a selfie on Instagram,
a video on YouTube, nor a tag on a Facebook timeline,
since the real revolution seeks no “likes”.

No record of it will be found in memes or texted messages,
nor will bored telemarketers from some Babylon company
disturb your evening meal to drone on and on about it,
accompanied by a time-sensitive discount offer
for further conspicuous consumption.

It will not be proclaimed by bald-heads in black robes
nor long-hairs in white robes at Sunday convocations,
while restless believers raise their hands, nod and sigh,
and congratulate themselves for finally “getting it”.

It will not appear in trances, dreams, or auguries,
nor will reflection on past lives reveal a clue about it.

Every esoteric channeler and self-styled whistle blower
will provide numerous false dates and locations
while still totally missing the boat.

Lovers out strolling hand-in-hand at dawn
will be so lost in each other that they won’t hear
its squealing wheels roaring up from behind,
then braking suddenly on a dime,
just to offer them a ride.

The only omen we will receive
will be noticed by no one,
as per usual.

It will seem as if nothing has changed,
and for the majority, that will be true.

A vague sound may emerge from some anonymous poet,
but the latest movie star news will vie with faux-reality
television shows to drown out any prophetic mumblings
such singers may stutter in their own peculiar rhyme.

While mellow New Age eyes are closed and turned within,
devotedly contemplating the amazing neural pizzazz,
the revolution may quietly slip out the back door,
whistling merrily on its way, perhaps leaving a note behind,
something about just going out for a pack of smokes –
laughing eyes wide open, grinning ear to ear.



About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, in the foothills of the Northern California Sierra Nevada Mountains. I have a number of blog sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: Essays on the Conscious Process: Compiled Poetry and Prosetry: Verses and ramblings on life as it is: Verses and Variations on the Investigation of Mind Nature: Verses on the Play of Consciousness: Poetic Fiction, Fable, Fantabulation: Poems of the Mountain Hermit: Love Poems from The Book of Yes: Autobiographical Fragments, Memories, Stories, and Tall Tales: Ancient and modern spiritual texts, creatively refreshed: Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: Thank You!
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