Please Stand-by

A Poem by Dukesrunner

Please stand-by.

Obediences, grievances,

Won’t turn back the clock.

What’s done is done,

Dead regrets by the tock.

Who said you can’t be the change

Who said you can’t disengage,

Rearrange, step out the firing range.

Stand-by for them to ring your bell.

And

Stand-by for world to turn to hell.

Stand-by

Watch the fight,

Unfold before your eyes.

Push one, two-three

Fists raise connect.

Blood flies.

The ringer grows,

Massive walls,

The prison slows,

Guards stand back

To watch the show.

But you can’t turn back,

Won’t turn to go.

A fighter falls,

Peals out the ring,

Looks straight in the eyes,

You see his pain.

But push back out,

Open palms of peace,

Guide your hands guiding,

His cries muted - teeth grinding.

Cheers ring out.

Reverberate arena,

And the men keep clouting,

Bringing about the scene of

the winner. He stands, takes a bow,

And grins. Mouth bloodied,

Eyes black,

Turns back,

Last attack.

Kicks the loser down

dirt filled sack,

shies away,

From his abuser,

The sea of hands that led him back.

Please stand-by.

Obediences, grievances,

Won’t turn back the clock.

What’s done is done,

Dead regrets by the tock.

Who said you can’t be the change

Who said you can’t disengage,

Rearrange, step out the firing range.

Stand-by for them to ring your bell.

And

Stand-by for world to turn to hell.

Another story to tell,

Days of black,

(K)Nights of white,

Hate grown deep roots

Inner deadly spite.

So welcome to today,

But in the end it’s night,

Not right,

But the sufferer, trite,

Day-to-day fight

Can’t stand up,

Too many hands pulling down

Underground

Buried deep

Dead values drown

Into King-me crowns

Old virtues, new vices

Bubbling, swelling

Fill the rotten town.

Ride the wave,

Why quell the rave?

Wash out that scum

Wipe out that slime,

Rub out that friend

You wouldn’t spare the dime.

Remember you contend

Till those ends

You meet with shattered feet

Broken by her hair,

Dictated bible’s beat.

Cast away from out that light,

That blinding fire

Cast away your neighbor’s blight

Thrown premature into the pyre

Cast away your love for them

A need dire you’ll be condoned

To join the group that cast the stones

Please stand-By

Obediences, grievances,

Won’t turn back the clock.

What’s done is done,

Dead regrets by the tock.

Who said you can’t be the change

Who said you can’t disengage,

Rearrange, step out the firing range.

Stand-by for them to ring your bell.

And

Stand-by for world to turn to hell.

Author's Note

Hey All. I wrote this the other day, and at first, had no intentions of posting it on here of all places, but then I figured, why not, right? I figured, if anybody needed to take this kind of message, it would be my generation... our generation. With all the talk of change in the air, I've found more and more that talk is all I see. Every day I go to school, I go to a party, for God's sake, I've even been on a plane, and I hear all this talk about change and how it's either going to be for the better or for the worse. Again, at those same places, I see the same things that need to be changed, and I mean it when I say need. If we're going to be the generation that steps up and MAKES that change, then we actually need to take the step, instead of talking about it. When we don't take that step forward, that step out, that step up, we stand-by. Call me crazy, but standing-by with the rest of the crowd, the rest of the people unwilling to change, means hanging on to our past, good and bad, and eventually, that past will be ripped from us. And it won't be pretty.