Set Your Sights

A poem I wrote in another rebellious mood of mine. I figured I would re-vist some of the past themes I have used in my work and this is the result.

I was barred, scared, and charred

but it doesn't matter

....that's just who we are 

but wait

hold up

rewind that

I am the fire that will set this world ablaze

I will burn away this craze

this daze

this never ending haze

I will light up this world 

and shine like the brightest star

for we are the sparks of the new generation 

inheriting a world filled with plight

so set your sights

and fight

but we the silent 

are given no choice

so if needed

..I will provide the voice

of a people so ignored

we must shout to be heard

absurd 

we will take back this land 

and demand

our right to breathe

to conceive

a world without hatred

a world without fear

but just as it draws near

..the sparks die out

quenched by tears

and the world grows cold

the skies grow old

and we remain controlled

but if I may be so bold 

we must stand

and demand 

our place in this world 

our place in this life

show them what happens

when you push a people

filled with strife

and how every action

is a double bladed knife

so set your sights

and fight

you know the time is right

raise your banner

raise your fist

the new generation must enlist

to fight for our lives 

to fight for our dreams

because if you haven't guessed the theme 

we need change 

so rearrange

set your sights

....and prepare to fight 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the desire and hope in the poem. I don't know what happen. People of the sixties control the government and the world. Today people are scare and accept little or nothing. one in three are hungry in the USA. No real jobs with good pay. Government allowed big business to control. Easy to fix. No lobbyist in Washington. No more lifetime pay for out going leaders. Stop all the police actions and create real jobs. We need a fight. I wish we had more lions then kittens. Thank you for for sharing your thought. A outstanding poem.
Coyote