Poem 19

Please Do Not Wait For This World To Change

Please do not wait for this world to change,
Rise all of you up and use all your brains.
There isn't much time left to buy in their game,
Of media brilliance and monotonous shame.

So all of you stand against the great wealth,
That's drawn from your debt, created by stealth.
From men who believe that costs that are high,
Will keep value increasing while each of us cries.

About the thought process the rich did produce,
A notion developed, they knew would seduce.
The deep pool of unwashed, that's me and that's you,
Each night while we sit down with all of our crews.

We are shamed by the drugs and by children that call,
Watching sedately as this nation falls.
Our leaders seduced by the scent of raw power,
Who lash out anew from their white ivory towers.

Your peers are seduced by games played at night,
Mass incarceration and our urban blight.
Their fingers are pointed at those who do care,
Reviling all those whose courage had dared.

To tell us each if we dare hold too fast,
To liberty and freedom our rights they will cast,
By principles shattered far into a dream,
Written by men who ignore desperate means.

At freedom and choices and making a fuss,
They've damaged the masses by their lack of trust.
In teachers whose wages importance that seem,
As important as our children's own right to dream.

Of wondrous adventures and such simple schemes,
Not games that shoot weapons and rhymes that just mean,
Less than the dances whose loose tongued dames,
Or leaders who're decked in bright silks and in fame.

They've lost it forever, just like those before,
Corruption unleashed yet they ask for more.

Their greed and their power and their need to own,
They'll harvest the misery and reap the seeds they've sown.

For soon we will come and we will take it back,
This a country that believes in most facts.
The people aren't stupid and know what is fair,
and will reach together across aisles and care.

Don't vote for the things that mean so much less,
Than truths that are simple that few will confess.
For wealth that moving to break through the mold,
That each of us believed in since days that are old.

For insult and treachery and powers that be,
Lack power to force this upon you and me.
To sacrifice just for the sake of their might,
Their silver that traded for Judas' night.

 

09.20.2013

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