How dare you sit there
Complacently and listen
To this poetry!
Once upon a time
Such words could inspire nations to rise
And others to fall…
Look at you!
Get up…
Rise and fight
You apathetic fools!
The studies have shown
The cycles have been mapped
The generations have
Cycled through…
First a nation of slaves
Will rise up
Against the oppressors
Then become heroes
Who then have children who become
Wanderers
Who birth those who settle down
Who birth consumers
Who birth the privileged
Who birth who birth the apathetic
Who birth slaves…
Look around lately?
Feel the apathy
slipping through the cracks
of those around us?
The signs of slavery
Are not far away…
Do we have to go all the way?
Rise up before we become
A nation of slaves…
Perhaps it's too late already.
Quit drugging yourself
With all the things
The sports
The drink
The Drugs
The sex
The suburban life
Of empty promises and dreams…
The dream is the trap for unwitting slaves,
Like the carrot under the cage.
Rise up!
Awaken!
Don't let us be a nation
Of sleep walkers
Into the maw…
Don't clap
DO something
Don't tell me
How the poetry
Moved you
ACT OUT…
The 60's don't have
To be only a drug induced haze of the past
And a people who fought for rights…
For today we have given away
Everything they died
For us to gain…
Wake up
Snap out of it,
Rise up
You are a slave.
Slave to the machine
Slave to your bills
Slave to identity theft
Slave to the war on terror
Slave to your problems
Awaken,
Rise up…
Quit thinking and talking about taking action,
Act before it's too late to…