Their echoes come out my throat.
Talkin’ bout the ones who ain’t had a vote.
From the lil ones holdin’ up their hands like “don’t”.
To the aged wisdom wishin’ it could strike a note.
Too busy yellin’ for the system wrong.
True people screamin’ for a chance to brawl,
With the ones who done raised this mess,
From the time is was but a stress,
Of one man who saw it fit to put it on another,
His brother, mother, sister or even lover,
Didn’t matter who as long as it gave him no trouble.
So in the end it came upon me and you,
While he and the others sat comfortably,
No worry issued.
No reason to argue.
Able to turn their heads to the public,
That they now consider to be lewd,
And corrupted.
Can’t you see it’s because of you?
You’re the corrupted with your hearts of greed.
More concerned with your pocketbooks,
Than those in need.
Those that want nothin’ more than a simple “thank you”.
An opportunity to love the life that has been subdued,
By the very life they live with joys simple and few.
Hiding behind your masks of smiles,
You sit high on your monetary mounds and peaking piles,
Building more for your riches than for the country,
More for your clutches than for your democracy.
More for yourself while you continue frontin’,
Actin’ as though you give a rat’s ass,
About the people amongst you finishin’ last.
Equality is a joke when you have the doe to cash.
Stay snug with your fine wines and linens,
Drink up while they struggle to have an opinion.
Lap it up as you laugh & manipulate your minions.
But don’t be so shocked to see a change.
Strange to think your time will gauge,
The value you yourself take with you to your grave.
To your own entitlement you are your own slave.
So, for the young ones without a focus,
Too caught up in knowin’ what’s directly closest,
Push yourselves beyond what you know,
Even if you have no choice but to leave to grow.
It’ll trap you.
It’ll use you.
You’ll be forgotten when you could have flew.
Just another swallowed in the belly,
With no one lookin’, no one speakin’, no one carin’.
You alone have strength and will,
To do what must be done for the chance to live,
A life worth livin’,
Not one of disappointment, regret, sorrow and guilt.
Don’t feel sorry for things you have done.
Make a change now so you can hold your head to the sun.
Run,
Run fast and do not stop.
Don’t let those hold you back,
Who’d rather drag you down with them for sake of havin’ a flock.
No one wants to be alone.
But sometimes it’s then when we realize our true lows,
Come to terms with what we must do and make it so.
Rise above where you are,
No matter place or within.
Rise above who you are,
No excuses for succeeding.
Procrastination is the basis for puttin’ your energy in stasis.
And this is the cause of so many failed dreams, failed changes.
We must all fight the whispers in our ears to avoid losin’ ourselves to such mazes,
Paths that will easily occupy the needed years for buildin’ more enlightened engagements.
Please, do the right you know within is right.
Fight.
Fight because you, like all, deserve to take flight.
Fight because now is your time.
Fight because you must to survive.
He is not goin’ to help you as you strive.
You alone have what you need,
In heart, soul, body and mind.
Blamin’ others, even him, is worthless.
You’ll only be wastin’ precious opportunities and moments.
For even he knows little to this game of chess.
Passed down often are the traits of the ruthless.
Spendin’ less time judgin’ will win you acceptance.
Freein’ yourself of the demons of you will cancel big-headedness.
No one appreciates the attitudes of arrogance.
But a thin line it is between this and confidence.
One you need always, the other can digress.
Yes.
All in all,
Ingestin’ the good will make you think less of others’ uncanny fines,
Attemptin’ to belittle and chat of what they do not know all the time.
For in the end you alone are your destiny’s chime.
You alone can make sense of your magnificently unique design.
And when you’re there,
Be proud, but stay humble.
Stay honest, hard-working and be thankful.
Reach out your hand to those who you see are half full.
For the future needs leaders,
Persons of strength,
Those not afraid to step forward,
Holler guidance, not angst.
Those who can have no fear of those who are themselves only men,
Even if they believe they are more,
Too much given to believe different.
Those who can bring others together,
Stop the solemn tears and quietly forced absence.
Those who can stay true no matter the struggle or pain,
Seeming without weakness despite consequence.
But, even so,
Are human.
And will always with their fellow man reason, listen and connect.
It can be you.
Never forget.
It can be you.
Little one far kept.
Originl X: Bach
