College Ruled Paper (But NEVER Wide Ruled.)
There's a call for change, for warmth, for compassion
But you can only find these through blood colored ink on paper
As kindness and caring are doled out in ration
Cries are being heard asking for a savior.
There can never be full light because
We cannot appreciate without dark
But when words flow from your mind and from behind a city light, pause
For we begin to begin to make a mark.
But that's just it, isn't it? A broken world
Left by a careless generation o v e rflows with
chaos destruction plumes of disaster unfurl
And we are expected to rectify this monolith?
How can you make your mark on those too indignant to listen?
Offended by the perception and the impression that the oppression
Which remains on our fair world sending frissons
Of fear to the people fails to be an adequate lesson.
They scoff, sneer and add, “Do you really think your opinion matters?
Who told you that you might have a say in what happens to your future?
You don't get to choose if you escape from being battered
By corruption, pollution, interruptions and functions of salt in our sutures.”
They tell us, “You can be anything.”
“As long as it's a doctor or a lawyer, or a liar or a conspirator, or an enabler
As long as you keep the wool over your eyes and dare not to peek out and bring
what you think might change our plans of greed, which whirl in a gray blur.
The irresistible and eternal exchange of 26 characters fuels our hope.
Chains, gas, bullets, and malice will not define us.
They say “You're ungrateful.” So we lean into the noose provided by guilt's rope.-
We are an indigent generation, held back by those who we are supposed to trust.
If there's any dignity left, it remains in the children
I who wield a pen and college ruled paper (but never wide ruled)
Because thinking outside of lines is discouraged by our kindred
Who refuse to see change, for fear of being ridiculed.
We cannot blame the populace who blames the ones before
We can only submit poetry and words crafted wisely
And crush the notion that teenagers cannot care for
A damaged creation, and spearhead a renaissance slowly and concisely.