Poetry by Christianna Cannon

STAGNANT POOL

I watch as I wander, at dusk in your kingdom
Below me, your streets built of cowardice lie
What can you feel, if you won't take the hurting
Will you live your life dead, or live till you die?

So happy, so vacant, your safe world of nothing
Action is danger, you're apathy's slave
The power to push has died down inside you
Will you get up, or shall I dig a grave?

Am I wasting my time?
Will you be alive?
Or are you content
Are you content
Are you content
Where you are?

Will you get up, will you stand up or are you
Content to just lie there and let the world fuck you
Make yourself proud for a change, fight it for you
Break out of the shackles, get up, you disgust me

You've made your own chains, believing them medals
Are you pathetic, or maybe just lost?
Your safety's assured while remaining inert
Life is imperative, risk is the cost

Your petty worries are dust in the wind
Walking as carrion, you believe you've come far
Will you allow me to burn down your prison?
Maybe? Or are you all right where you are?

Am I wasting my time?
Will you be alive?
Or are you content
Are you content
Are you content
Where you are?

Will you get up, will you stand up or are you
Content to just lie there and let the world fuck you
Make yourself proud for a change, fight it for you
Break out of the shackles, get up, you disgust me

There is nothing for you in this prison
There is nothing for you in a world of stillborn memories
There is nothing for you there
Nothing but empty pride at your own stubborness to change your life

Am I wasting my time?
Will you be alive?
Or are you content
Are you content
Am I wasting my time?
Will you be alive?
Or are you content
Are you content
Am I wasting my time?
You're wasting my time
Will you be alive?
Or continue to die?
I'm wasting my time
Wasting my time
You're wasting my time
Are you dead?

Will you get up, will you stand up or are you
Content to just lie there and let the world fuck you
Make yourself proud for a change, fight it for you
Break out of the shackles, get up, you disgust me

circa 2004.

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