PollotekticcA
Dear You
Young soul, young man,
young person you must understand.
You must try,
and know why,
to go the way.
The path
of day to day
rests in math
and equal play.
Oh, the
drain
and strain
of walking
this way
makes
more than knees quake,
they shake and stake,
your life like a knife,
in the sand
blowing in the wind
next to waters
so deep
tears could not
fill them no matter
how long you did weep.
The slope is steep
and you
try to plan
a script,
a trip,
a drip
of what you
think is right.
But it's 2 08
and the summer
gone and depart.
The next election,
the next great,
injection of patriotic
reflection is coming.
Their voices are
little more than stunning.
And oh, history
shall be written,
but try not
to be smitten
with the task
at hand.
For like quick
phallic inserrection
we choose fate
and a line
both what is
good and
what is hate.
Us young
working
sharing
cultured
members
of society
why do we
pander?
Why do we
meander?
Why bother?
Why father
or further
this national
cause?
Should we all
draw straw laws?
Or does this
time demand
conviction?
We complain
and fain
to mean
serious change.
In the past
we have
been harassed
with promises
turned to lies.
Speeches
soft and sweet
that could
be later interpretted
as treated deceit.
I ask do I awake?
To make
the things
I site?
I dunno,
but push me
and we
will see.
Fight me
and light me
and you might
start to be free.
Cause this
not a call
for more destruction
rather construction
of ideology.
Idealism and lethargy
have proven
harmful,
no,
what I ask
and call on
is my collective
conscious power
of you. Our peoples
have all suffered
too long and
from what we
all know.
Words are
not specific
enough to describe
incident so unique,
but they need not
if you can hear.
Maybe the time is now...
Maybe it's not.
I cannot say.
I do not dare
wish I could,
however,
I too will
do what I should.
I'll write
night to sleep
and day to rest
and call
for real change,
but you must
read and tell
me when I am
wrong, read
through
and between
your lines.
Find your
own voice
and find
what there
is and needs
to be explained.
And don't
stop there...
-Me
Young soul, young man,
young person you must understand.
You must try,
and know why,
to go the way.
The path
of day to day
rests in math
and equal play.
Oh, the
drain
and strain
of walking
this way
makes
more than knees quake,
they shake and stake,
your life like a knife,
in the sand
blowing in the wind
next to waters
so deep
tears could not
fill them no matter
how long you did weep.
The slope is steep
and you
try to plan
a script,
a trip,
a drip
of what you
think is right.
But it's 2 08
and the summer
gone and depart.
The next election,
the next great,
injection of patriotic
reflection is coming.
Their voices are
little more than stunning.
And oh, history
shall be written,
but try not
to be smitten
with the task
at hand.
For like quick
phallic inserrection
we choose fate
and a line
both what is
good and
what is hate.
Us young
working
sharing
cultured
members
of society
why do we
pander?
Why do we
meander?
Why bother?
Why father
or further
this national
cause?
Should we all
draw straw laws?
Or does this
time demand
conviction?
We complain
and fain
to mean
serious change.
In the past
we have
been harassed
with promises
turned to lies.
Speeches
soft and sweet
that could
be later interpretted
as treated deceit.
I ask do I awake?
To make
the things
I site?
I dunno,
but push me
and we
will see.
Fight me
and light me
and you might
start to be free.
Cause this
not a call
for more destruction
rather construction
of ideology.
Idealism and lethargy
have proven
harmful,
no,
what I ask
and call on
is my collective
conscious power
of you. Our peoples
have all suffered
too long and
from what we
all know.
Words are
not specific
enough to describe
incident so unique,
but they need not
if you can hear.
Maybe the time is now...
Maybe it's not.
I cannot say.
I do not dare
wish I could,
however,
I too will
do what I should.
I'll write
night to sleep
and day to rest
and call
for real change,
but you must
read and tell
me when I am
wrong, read
through
and between
your lines.
Find your
own voice
and find
what there
is and needs
to be explained.
And don't
stop there...
-Me