Revolution

My very first spoken word poem that I wrote! This piece covers the need for a societal revolution and (re)union of new ideologies and traditional approaches to life, generally speaKing.

I need a revolution...

And I'm not talking 1775 to 1783 type of revolution...

I'm talking like, better New Years' resolutions.

We have the typical,

"Oh, I'm gonna go to the gym,"

Or, "I'm gonna work out more."

But in reality,

All that does is make us poor...

Poor in the mind,

Poor in the spirit,

Poorer than the people with no credit card limits

Who have vivid dreams and aspirations

About scheming and conniving their way to

The top of our nations...

And while this may displease you,

It's something that you already knew.

From the time that you took your first bite,

And began to chew,

Swallow, and digest

This mentality that was force fed to you...

And then out of the blue,

You fall to your knees and cry of aches and pains

Until you throw it all up because of that violent stomach flu...

But even then,

You still continue to stick to

Your corrupt world view, whew...

Man, oh man...

How I wish to change the world in so many ways.

But it never seems as if there's enough days

Since time is clouded and misconstrued

Because of the foggy white haze

From my friends who love to just blaze

And praise that greenish substance

Hoping nationwide, it becomes legalized

So that no more will they have to be

Penalized or deprived...

Man...

I, no sorry we, 

We need a true revolution.

And I'm sorry to say I have but only one solution.

And to be quite frank, it's not gonna get equal distribution.

So I need help, my friends, to clean up this pollution 

That infiltrates and infects our school systems,

Makes our children its victims,

And creates desensitized, obese creatures

Who attack the littlest of each other's features.

From the color of one's skin

To the intellectual prowess of their kin... 

Kids these days will do anything to win,

Come out on top, and feel superior

Even if it means making someone else

Feel so inferior that

They lose all their hope,

Go home, and choke the life out of themselves 

Leaving their parents with a f*****g suicide note...

That's all they wrote...

Their body hanging lifeless actually makes it pretty cold

So everyone put on your winter coats

Cause we're heading to the Valley Forge, of their soul

With our guns blazing,

Helping them seek some internal confirmation

Because they're worth it...

And I have to admit,

It's pretty weird how we charge in and build each other up,

Yet we have no building permits.

But that's the whole idea of revolution right?

Imparting your mentality, hoping to ignite

The passionate flames of the next generation

That blaze throughout the night,

While still trying to become the ray of light

That constantly fights off the infamous blight
We need a revolution in order to reunite:

The old and the young...

The heart and tongue...

What is said and what is unsung... 

And to eliminate the arrogance of these young bucks,

While simultaneously eradicating the lackadaisical mentality of:

I don't give a f**k... 

© Prophet in The Making, 2015