It's The Slow Drip That Wears The Stone

It's not fast

                                    but slow.

At no speeding pace

the unnoticed dripping of time

                                    in which

we accept our glut

                                    that lust

and make our stomach our god.

With no sober mind or judgement

                                    we accept.

And forced to drink the mirth

                                    that poison

                                    in silence

We suck it down

                                    guzzle

                                    and glut

for them.

The world will change

                                    it will change

And pressure to subdue us

to remake us in their image

and break our knees to bow

                                    before their gods.

And shame those who don't

                                    play along.

If we have no will of our own

we will succumb to the will of others.

                                    and accept

                                    and accept

                                    and accept.

Not fast

                                    but slow

But I will not

                                    will not

                                    will not

            I will not.

It's the slow drip that wears the stone.

-Peter-John Campbell