Ignition

This is what happens when you write a poem after an AP US History Exam.

I am what is known as infidelity,
for lack of credibility
of the government's credibility gap,
and it's made me snap into anarchy.

As it's shown me,
I'm more than Sacco and Vanzetti,
with the intelligence of Oppenheimer
to atomically bomb my enemies
that seem to fear me.

For Nixon's death fell to my birth,
and for what's it worth
it's ironic, but symbolic.

Again we fight a losing war,
and what for?
Oil, as slick and dirty
as the rich and powerful.
Now's the hour for
a revolution 
to revolve this world into an age,
with less war, more peace.

But fighting will never cease,
for good and evil need to exist
together to form a balance,
but now corruption is over purity,
and as I see,
there is no one up for the challenge.

So I'll try and arise,
to stand face to face with the enemy,
and as MacArthur, I shall return...

When the world is ready,
to fight against oppression,
rebel against suppression,
and fly like the Wright Brothers
into a new world.

And let if unfurl
from the imagination of a child,
whose creativity is wild.

Unlike narrow-minded officials ,
who see a straight path,
never seeing what's coming,
with ignorance that's becoming
as contagious as a cold.

And I'm not old,
I'm not wise,
but through these eyes,
I see a world dying
children and even men crying,

while the corrupt are tying
the money they've collected,
celebrating the laws they've erected,
and leaving the group selective.

I may be 16,
but I've seen a lot,
maybe not a corpse start to rot
like those in WWII-age Philippines,
but I say humanity is diseased,
and I say what I mean...