2016
In my eyes, the world has grown
Satisfied with being owned
“Who cares?” is the phrase of choice
We have a say, but not a voice
Our minds are but the mirrors of
What we read and who we love
Instead of thinking for ourselves
We put our logic on the shelves
And so I ask, to those who read,
Are you in this careless breed?
This isn’t 1984
Democracy demands us more
For having thoughts and none to share
Is kin to having minds of bare
And silence in a time of cries
Is sacrilege in freedom’s eyes
Change is never born in groans
Careless plaints or hasty moans
Whines are but the siren cry
Of those who wait instead of try
If you wish to see a change
Be it just or be it strange
Bless them with your iron will
Progress dies when sitting still
So use your voice instead of tears
Sobbing only pains the ears
Now take your stand instead of whine
Signed a wiser brain of mine