The process of eye opening

Generation Throwaway

Generation Throwaway

“Poverty is the parent of revolution and crime.”

― Aristotle

It all has to begin somewhere.

Can a song give us strength to do what's right?

Tolerant.

One word.

It is everyone.

Can a thought stop the only ones who dare?

Bigot.

One word.

It is no one.

Can a song leave us brave enough to fight?

We claim we want peace.

But fail to realize war is not a synonym.

And it seems to be automatous.

Sing a song to the ones who need it more.

We claim we love our fellow human.

But hide behind capitalism.

Or should I say, patriotism?

We cannot afford to be so treacherous towards ourselves.

Can a song move the people to their feet?

We claim we want change.

That we know our aggressor.

Yet we continue to blame an imaginary enemy.

How banal.

Can a thought remove hands clenched around crusting, insidious philosophies?

We need change. Progression.

Not an intellectual syphilis.

Rip your feet from the glue that has molded the “American Dream.”

Sing a thought change a world that doesn't care?

We claim we want peace.

Yet we contribute or stand idle to the belittlement of those around us.

Sing a thought bring the soldiers back from war?

Large scale bullying escapes the attention of most eyes and ears.

Why?

Because it’s mere politics.

It is of no concern if it doesn’t concern us on a personal level.

Reincarnation or Preincarnation?

Love or hate?

Peace or War?

Seclusion or unity?

Violence is not a necessity to revolution. Destruction at the hands of awakened souls hales to a permanent change.

A lasting solution.

No more fear.

Will we stand for our fellow beings?

Or will stand apathetic?

In fear?

That is how we choose our path as a whole.

 We have the right to let our voices be heard, and I’d rather not be a waste of a generation.