The Reaping

Allow me a moment
To allot my thoughts,
To muster my ambitions
Allow me a moment
To grasp stance,
To pardon my fancy
And determine the consequences
These melting tickers on the wall
Speak a song-
Run a walk-
Scream a whisper;
I am relative to them all
But segregated unwillingly
They believe and do not act
So reap the products
And serve me my rights
I am but a liberal mind,
Chained to a conservative beast
Possibly I could write to you,
Sign my name in pen and ink
Deliver my trust with a stamp
But would you keep it away?
Or would you let dust fall upon it,
Like an overseen talisman
Bringing faulty luck to a worthy argument
I will raise my voice in certainty,
Forcing you to hear what you cannot understand