The Memphis Flash.

A poem about my hero; Elvis Presley. Taking care of business in a flash!

Did you hear the news
though the black and white static?
A new Phenomenon has broken loose
something new from mundane,
something so dramatic

Hard times have fallen upon us,
so hard infact no one realizes,
or looks past the far side of the white picket fence beginning to rust
and the future is dangerously ready to hypnotize.

Our super hero has arrived to save the young.
To open our eyes, see past the lies
to a new song that has never been sung
say goodbye.

With jet black hair
and shadowed sapphire eyes
he shakes the 50's bare
everyone asks as he passes by.

Who would of thought a poor boy
from the bible belt
was birthed to become youth's savior
and sing what was not heard but felt.

Girls were brain-washed into believing that at home was where they would stay
and boys told they needed to go to war to be men
but he came through and unconsciously changed our ways
ways that the ignorant tried so hard to defend.

He set forth a movement
awakening the masses
into his armies of improvement
stirring the caked up gasses.

With only a guitar, song and voice from the sky
he made girls scream his name
and the conservative mothers of the nation cry
and shook the foundation of fame.

Boys began to grow their hair
break the barrier and dress in bright colors like him
trucker curls and duck tails begun to tear.
tear away at the border of the 50's
that was wearing so thin.

He planted his seed into the nation
impregnate the old age with the new
and from Northern City to Southern plantation
he made a few enemies along the way to.

Through years and years later he can still be seen and heard
every aspect of modern music bares his finger print
and to say you don't care about him would be absurd
he took everything from that black and white to a color tint.

and all the things, all the styles
he mashed.
It's all thanks to the
Memphis Flash.